Like to share an experience that this thread made me think of. The strongest bond with my father resulted from our many years of touring together each summer throughout eastern Canada and the US. We stayed off the slabs and focused more on the journey than the destination. Then came his major heart attack, where they had to zap him several times to bring him back to life. Didn't know whether he would make it through the night. Went back to the house and put together a large collage of pictures from our many bike trips together and propped it up at the end of his bed, in case he came to. He did, and while he no longer is able to ride (he's almost 90 now), we still talk about our bikes and trips together.