My 73-year-old father just blew his entire retirement fund on a $35,000 Harley Davidson

My 73-year-old dad blew his retirement fund on a $35,000 Harley Davidson, calling it his “last great adventure.” After 50 years in a grimy motorcycle shop, he sold it and chose a cross-country trip over helping me with my loans or a condo down payment. At 42, I felt betrayed, canceling my Bahamas trip while he planned to “live free.” I even considered forcing him to give me the money. But when I confronted him, he showed me a shoebox of

receipts—school supplies, college tuition, even selling his truck for me. He’d given his all. A photo of me as a kid on his bike softened my anger. I helped him pack, stitching his vest. Now, his postcards about the Rockies or lost races remind me he earned this. His freedom isn’t selfish—it’s his chance, just as he gave me mine. Love is about chances, not just money.