Tag: I always hated my father because he was a motorcycle mechanic

I always hated my father because he was a motorcycle mechanic, not a doctor or lawyer like my friends’ parents.   The embarrassment burned in my chest every time he roared up to my high school on that ancient Harley, leather vest covered in oil stains, gray beard wild in the wind. I wouldn’t even…

I always hated my father because he was a motorcycle mechanic, not a doctor or lawyer like my friends’ parents.     The embarrassment burned in my chest every time he roared up to my high school on that ancient Harley, leather vest covered in oil stains, gray beard wild in the wind. After nearly…