I grew up riding on the back of my dad's bike. It was a Suzuki when I was little, but a GoldWing for most of my life. I loved the feeling of being close to nature. When he died in a motorcycle accident in 2006, I lost more than the most important man in my life, I lost my passion of riding.
In the past few years, I've had a few opportunities to get rides from other people, but it has never been as often as I like. I wanted more control, not just relying on other people. Finally, at 18, I am buying my first bike. I'm nervous, scared, and worried about everything that could happen, but my excitement overrides all of my fears. I'm ready to have my passion back and show the world that I can be a rider too.