I remember growing up in Japan with my younger brother John. As a child with 2 older brothers, he was always pressing the limits.
As a young teenager he loved riding and tinkering with motorcycles. He got his first job at a motorcycle shop and acquired his first motorcycle. He once insisted that I ride behind him to see how it felt to ride his new bike. We went to a road that he knew, and he revved up the machine to its max. We went over a small hill at over 100 mph. I don't know if he intended to impress me or scare me. It was impressive, but I never accepted another invitation to ride with him.
We had our differences and disagreements, but I always appreciated his care and concern for our parents. It saddens me that opportunities for conversation with him are gone, but I will always know where he was and what he thought.
Winslow Galbraith