Davy and Dad

 

 

 

                                         

                                          Davy and Dad

 

“Look Dad, look,” said Davy to Dad. Davy pointed at the motorbike that Dad was going to buy Davy. They were at the motorbike store.

 

“Is that the one you want, Davy?” Asked Dad, taking little Davy’s hand and walking over to the bike.

 

“I want up,” pointed Davy taking the pacifier out of his mouth.

 

Dad picked up 2 year old Davy and put him on the bike. The salesman was shocked to see that a 2 year old was getting a motorized bike.

 

“Sir,” said the stern looking salesman. “Your son is too young to ride a bike, I am sure.”

 

Dad looked at the salesman and said, “You don’t know my son Mister. He is a better rider at 2 than I am at 47. Davy needs to try this bike out, can you take it out back to the track for us?”

 

Dad took Davy off of the bike and the salesman walked the bike to the back saying, “If you know what your doing, sir but you will have to sign a form.”

 

“No problem,” said Dad, “let me sign.”

 

Then the salesman took Dad to the front and he read the

Paper work and signed his name. Davy had his own helmet so Dad helped him put it on and they walked out back. Davy was so excited he kept jumping up and down as they walked.

 

         Davy got on the bike with Dad’s help, his helmet was on and padding too for his elbows and knees.

         “Davy, do a Brodie for the salesman.” Said Dad.

         “Ok Dad,” said Davy.

 

 

 

Davy started the bike then stopped and asked, “Dad, is that a Brodie?”

“Yes Davy, that is a Brodie!” Dad was excited.

“Ok,” said Dad to the salesman, “I will buy the bike for Davy.”

“Yes sir,” said the salesman, “Your son rides very well, I am impressed. Let us all go inside and I will ring up the bike.”

Davy, Dad and the salesman went inside and Dad took out his wallet. He paid for the bike, in the meantime the bike was brought in and the salesman helped Dad put it in the trailer behind Dad’s truck.

 On the way home, Davy kept looking back at his bike with a smile on his face. When they got home Mom met them. She was so happy to see Davy’s bike that she kissed Dad!

“Let us unload the bike, then go eat dinner.” Said Mom.

“Ok,” said Dad, “we will be right in for dinner.”

“Davy, help Dad put your bike in the garage,” said Dad.

Davy ran over to help his Dad wheel the bike into the garage. Dad had already taken it out of the trailer.