My father was a maverick in ways that, even today, will be considered incredibly modern and forward-thinking.
He married a 16-year-old, promising her father that he would fully support her in her studies for as long as she wished. Not only did he keep his word; she ended up with a PhD, and he also tried to teach her to ride a Lambretta scooter. Sadly, she was too short for it.
He started all his kids young, standing in front.
In 1978, as a 14-year-old, I tried to ride a bike for the first time, a small 50cc called a Bobby. This is just to say that, to me, it was no big deal. As a young professional, I would borrow my brother's scooter every Saturday for my commute to work.

