“Built by Mistakes. Defined by Love”
He’s not your textbook father, he never was.
He’s made his fair share of wrong turns… took the long road when the short one was clear. He’s lived loud, stood defiant, and never quite fit into the boxes life built around him. There’s grease on his face, stories in his eyes, and a fire in his stomach that never really cooled down. Some call him reckless. Others just don’t understand him at all…
But his daughter?
She knows him better than anyone…
She sits on the back of that weathered bike, legs too short to reach the pegs, arms wrapped around the only person she trusts like this. The ride looks unsafe to everyone else… not quite right and no backup plan. Just the rumble of an old engine that anyone would of bet died long ago, the sound of the wind, and a man who’s made more mistakes than most but would never ever drop her……. Ever! 
Because for all his missteps, his morals are steady…
His love is loud.
His loyalty is intense.
And his daughter feels it in every beat of her heart.
It’s a safety that can’t be explained..only known…
She doesn’t see danger when she is with him. She sees a protector, a guide, a heart that’s always made room for her… even when he believed the world didn’t for him…
It’s in the way he checks the mirrors more for her than for the road, not because he’s unsure, but because he never stops making sure she’s content…
In the way he never talks about his past but lets her steer the future just a little more every time…
He rides like he’s carrying something more precious than his own life. It’s true, his soul made that permanent the day she was born…
This piece isn’t just about a father and daughter on a motorbike.
It’s about every parent who’s ever loved their child in their own wild, imperfect, crazy devoted way…
It’s for the mothers who raise their kids with a natural love not necessarily given to them in their own childhood.. The ones who are gentle when all they were shown was contempt. 
For the fathers who never looked the part, who grew up without a blueprint for love, whose own lives were shaped by chaos, silence, or survival but still chose to be the safe place they never had.
For the mothers and fathers who built trust from scratch, who broke cycles they didn’t even have names for. 
Love doesn’t always come polished or planned…. 
Sometimes, love looks like scraped knuckles, silent drives, and a backseat that always feels safe. Sometimes love is the parent who feels defeated but keeps going for the little hearts watching.
Sometimes it sounds like silence and small protective habits only one heart could ever decode.
Sometimes, the most unconventional roads lead to the most locked tight bonds.
To the parents who were shown love, who carry forward what they were given with steady hands and open hearts you are part of this too… Because whether love is learned or remembered, passed down or rebuilt from scratch, it matters most when it’s given.
I really hope you guys love this one and the write up that goes with it. ❤️ 
I really gave this one my all… 
The story is printed and will sent with the sculpture to its new home if someone decides they need this ❤️ 
Build time 8.5hrs  
This item is 15 cm high (5.9 inches) 
36 cm wide (14.2 inches)
This item weighs 4,100 grams (9.0 pounds)
Handcrafted by Luke @
Kemp’s Wonder Weld Australia
www.kempswonderweld.com
“Handcrafted art with stories that matter”