That man was my Grandfather. I contest to this day, he knew my Grandmother wouldn't like the scooter. She never rode a day in her life. However, this was his way of getting around Moms repeated "No" answer to the "Can I have a dirt bike?" question from me. Many bikes have followed, but that little Honda Express started it all.
He never road "recreationally" but had spent time riding a Harley in Europe during WWII.
Pop "supported" my riding over the years, always showing much interest in my bikes, including my current '05 Triumph Tiger. He was the first to see her on my ride back to the Florida Keys from purchasing it in Orlando. I had to make a pit stop in Pompano Beach, Florida as I headed south, and show it off to him.