My love of motorcycles definately came from my family.

My Dad rode a motorcycle back before my time. I'm not sure why or when he stopped riding. However, I do remember going for a little ride with Dad when I was little.

Since then I never really gave much thought to motorcycles until my brother decided to get one. He was young, 16! What is he nuts?? He's going to kill himself!

Well, he's 20 now and still riding.

After he had a couple years of experience under his belt, I finally let him take me for a ride. What a thrill! He was very careful, because, I will admit, I was scared.

Since then we have had the opportunity to ride together on occasion. We don't live too close to eachother, which is a pity. He has helped me change the oil, adjust the suspension, lube and adjust the chain. It's nice to know I can contact the little bro when I need assistance.