I always knew that motorcycles were in my blood. My mom told me stories of her and my dad riding cross country on my dad’s trike while she was pregnant with me.
Growing up I've tried to avoid my destiny. I got into skateboards at the age of 12 and never looked back, even through all the cool and un-cool stages. (Sound familiar)
I got my bike because in my town there are three main roads that will get you from one side of town to the next. To do so, you have to cross the railroad tracks. I knew pretty soon that the city was going to tear down the road that gets the most traffic, and make the road go under the train tracks, because of emergency vehicles.
I live in the North and work in the South, and go to school after work in the North. So I bought my bike to shave some time off of my commute, and to pursue my destiny...
I was always the kid that wore corduroy when every one was wearing bugle boy pants, then when I got my bugle boy pants everyone was wearing Levis, and when I got my Levis every one was wearing draw string stussy pants with funky colors, so I said screw that and started skating. Of course I was a year behind on that fad too. Oh well, there are bigger problems in the world.