Chapter 25 - MY LAST ARGUMENT WITH RICHARD
Richard was eighty-five when we had our final real argument.
He said the recall had been too broad.
Still.
Twenty years later.
“Fourteen thousand bikes. Most were fine.”
“We couldn’t identify all unsafe units reliably.”
“We could have narrowed.”
“Maybe.”
“You admit that?”
“Yes.”
He stared.
I had learned uncertainty.
Then I said:
“The problem wasn’t that you made a technical judgment I disagree with.”
“What was it?”
“You made disagreement disappear.”
He looked away.
“That’s the thing I can’t defend.”
Finally.
Not apology.
Truth.
We drank coffee afterward.
No reconciliation speech.
Father and son.
May you like
Damaged.
Still there.
