Quote Originally Posted by mruffruff
My son died at 21 when he was thrown from his cycle. He was on an entry ramp to the highway when he hit the curb. His helmet met a utility pole and split. This was 21 years ago in Cleveland, OH.

I loved riding with him, but now I'm scared to even to be driving near one.
Oh, I'm so sorry! Twenty one years is not long enough to have your son but it sounds as though you had a good time together while he was here. I can certainly understand why motorcycles would scare you. It would do it for me, too, for sure.