It was less than a year ago that my dad called me with a plan: Kashmir. India. Motorcycles. Mountains. Going to the other side of the world to cut loose in a self-funded motorcycle trek. Neither of us had hardly left our country before, let alone our hemisphere, so the prospect was not in the least casual. What could have driven him to this idea? Was this the stereotypical yearnings of a man whose children are no longer children, at various stages of leaving or having left the nest? One would be forgiven for thinking so, but no. Or if so, my father graciously shared the burden of a mid-life crisis to my younger sister, as it was her life choices ultimately, that ended up forever shrinking our world.
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