I've riden for as long as I can remember!
When I was just a little tyke my grandfather (mom's dad) had multiple motorcycles in his garage and took us kids for a ride ANYTIME we asked. And as we got older (not much) an asked to ride them ourselves, he told us when your big enough to get on it and start it I'll teach you to ride it!
Well I guess he wasn't quite as prepared for me as I was him, because at just 4 1/2 yrs old I pushed a Suzuki 90 up next to a stump leaned it against it, climbed up on the stump, jumped down on the kick starter and had it running as I climbed aboard! Him, my dad, and my 2 uncles were shocked, but my dad said Faye, you did tell him when he could get on it and start it you'd teach him! Mom was furious! But she'd grown up with a father who loved to ride, so she told ALL 4 of them TEACH HIM ABOUT SAFETY FIRST, and the first time he gets hurt I'm coming after ALL 4 of you! I have riden every since then. Yeah there's been a few bumps an bruises along the way but I know an remember every time I throw my leg over that I must ride defensively if I plan to make it home!
I ride lot of poker rally's and get teased some for ordering a diet coke at every bar stop on the run, but I don't care! Alcohol and motorcycles is a recipe for disaster!
I have an aunt who is a ER nurse and she calls us riders "DONORS" ! We have a good laugh about it when we are around each other, but she's like my mom, she doesn't like motorcycles, doesn't like us riding them, but she respects our love for them and always tells me to be extra careful she doesn't wanna see me on the next gurney rolling in!

BK
