Jarred Hodson - Ballade memories

My fondest memory of my late grandfather (who was an avid fisherman) were when I was 9 years old. He'd wake me up a little too early for my liking and we would pack all the rishing rods and bags into his Honda Ballade and we would set off, just my grandfather, his friend and myself. I'd sit in the back and listen excitedly to the stories of the past and try to imagine what it used to be like.

There was no better feeling than arriving at the beach, the fresh sea air seeping into the barely open windows then sitting in the back with a hot cup of coffee. The feeling of being on the beach and being taught how to fish by my grandfather was amazing, he seemed like a true adventurer to me... Leaving the beach after a long day was always hard although packing a good days catches in the boot was always fun.

The drive back home always seemed long, but I would listen to the stories of the day, of the ones that got away, and I would slowly doze off into dreamland, content with life and happy with the memories that I could now share. I thank Honda for making that all possible with that perfect little Honda Ballade...