(London, ON, Canada)
I just need to talk for a sec about something. Namely, my obsession with motorcycles and why my parents insist on telling me I can't have one. I'm almost 40 years old. Been living on my own on and off for five years now, and have had an almost single-minded obsession on wanting to own and operate my own motorcycle. My Mom is absolutely convinced that if I get one, I'll be killed the day afterward from riding it. She keeps reminding me how dangerous they are and that so and so's best friend's cousin's daughter (etc) got killed on one at such and such a time some years ago. She can't understand why I just can't drive a car like "normal" people. Oh, you'll love this one: Dad, when I told him what my plans were, said point blank; "No, end of discussion.", or "You'll get a bike when I'm dead and buried!". And my absolute favorite saying of his; ahem: "Women don't ride motorcycles". Now, although I've never been at the handlebars of a bike (save my 5 speed pedal bike when I was a kid), I still have riding one in my veins, and would love to eventually do long distance traveling on one. But I keep coming up on this roadblock of my parents trying to almost (at least it feels like it to me) run my life for me! What is a girl to do!?
Fast forward to last week. I'm watching TV with my dad (mom was having her hair cut) when a commercial for the CanAm BPR Spyer came on the tube. I was surprised to hear dad say something along the lines of "Now if you were to ride one of THOSE instead of a motorcycle, I'd get behind that". I got to talking to mom about the incident, and she tended to agree with him. Problem is, have any of you seen how EXPENSIVE those things are!? I mean, no disrespect to Bombadier (pardon spelling). They're awesome machines, but I can't afford THAT much! I can currently get an unused, 2009 Honda Shadow Aero at my local dealership for just under 6 grand. At the same time, if it means keeping the peace in the family and going to a three wheeler, then maybe it'd be worth saving up for one. Any advice, ladies? Should I compromise my obsession just to keep my parents happy? Feels like I've been doing that my whole life. I know they mean well and love me, but I'm not a kid anymore (though I do tend to act like one sometimes). I'd love to hear from you all about this matter.
Thanks and Ride Free!!!