I remember the day my dad brought home that shiny new motorcycle. My brother and I couldn’t wait to hop on that hog and careen down the streets of our town. But wisely, our father put the motorcycle in the garage and told us boys not to ride it unless he was there. Well if you’re the parent of a teenage boy, you might see where this story is headed. When my dad left one day, his car wasn’t halfway down the street before we pulled the forbidden vehicle out for a spin. The result of our ill-conceived joy ride was my brother breaking his jaw, a friend breaking his ankle, and a busted air conditioning unit. While a friend’s dad took the necessary people to hospital, I was given the unwelcome job of trying to smooth things over with my father. It did not go well. I had broken the trust my dad had given me. After meting out the consequences, my dad sold the motorcycle and did not talk to my brother and I for close to three months.