Cheers to your pop's memory.
I have lost my father-in-law and stepfather-in-law, both riding buddies, and my own father survived cancer last year. He sold his bike shortly before he was diagnosed, but it was unrelated. I have never ridden with my dad, and it's just about killing me thinking I'll run out of time before it happens. Realist's bucket list I suppose.
Although Bill and Chuck are gone, I think of them and our times riding together (both of them at the same time) and I dip the clutch and rev
it up for them.