He’s only had his motorcycle license for a few weeks. I’d ridden up to Slidell on my Suzuki V-Strom 650 DL so that he could practice in the back parking lot of the Hobby Lobby. He rode my bike to complete his testing. I had no worries with him on my bike. I knew the caliber of his training. Ride Motorschool
A few short days later, he rode his newly purchased bike down from Pearlington to Slidell, all on backroads. He was scared of riding on the interstate for the first time. I can’t say I blamed him. I remember my first time on my Ninja 250. The wind from the semis would nearly land shift me.
And now… there he was. Smiling ear to ear.
He’d just completed his first roadtrip via motorcycle. He couldn’t have looked happier.
Why do we do this? Why do we risk our lives on an inherently dangerous hobby?
I think that could stand more research.