The Best Dad in the World

i'm sitting outside that Bar, eating a hamburger listening to rock music in the background, I see all this motorcycles around me, guys that are about my dad's age walking, talking, all dressed in black leather jackets, denims, bandanas, they seem so happy.

I grew up listening to this stories my dad would tell me, from when he was young, and had a motorcycle, and how wild his life was, between road trips, friends, concerts, parties. He also told me about his band that he had, he showed me the records, some band called "The Doors", and I remember going through those records and looking at my "dad's picture" and I couldn't believe it, it was him!!!.

I grew up admiring my dad, wanting to be wild and free just like him, learning everything he would teach me, wanting to hang around him more and more. I wanted to be daddy's little princess.

But something happened, our relationship was doomed when I was about 14, since then it has never been the same. I miss my daddy, but I can't have that anymore.

That's probably the main reason I like this bar so much, they play that music that I would listen over and over again when I was a kid. All this bikers, make me feel like family, because they remind me of a dad that I admired and loved. Harley is the brand he told me to get, wear leather jacket and your denims he said, ride free, be happy and never look back.

I try not to look back, but somewhere in the past I lost him, and I can't find him.