Dad's Big Red Motorcycle

One of my earliest memories is of Dads big red motorcycle. I believe Dad would give me rides on it around our old neighborhood in Orem. The most vivid memory I have of the motorcycle is of it parked in our driveway with the white garage/shed in the background and weeds coming up through the cement. I have no clue why I remember the weeds, but it is part of the image I have of the motorcycle. I also remember trying to get on the motorcycle one day when it was parked in this position and it fell on me. I remember screaming and dad rushing out the side door of the house and pulling it off of me.