In 1982 my daughter Claire, then aged just two, wanted to go on my BMW motorcycle.
I explained that she was too small & her feet wouldn’t reach the foot-pegs, but that I would be happy to take her for a ride when she was older.
Then in 1994 I had a similar conversation with my son Tim, then four years old.
He got to sit on my BMW, but never expressed any desire to go for a ride when he was older.
However, in 1996, Claire remembered the previous conversation so all kitted out I took her for a 20 mile spin around the countryside near Bristol.
We stopped half way, just for me to ensure she was okay. She said:’Does it go any faster Daddy?’
So we returned home at 55mph instead of 50!