I grew up in a house where Mum hated bikes but Dad didn't give a shit what she thought about it. She learned to get over it. I learned to ride from my Dad.
My ex hates bikes. Made me get rid of mine when we had kids.
My wife thinks they are just fine. So when we moved to Upper Hutt she suggested I get one.
I have three kids (6, 5, 4) Oldest and youngest Jessie & Zach live with the ex, Tim lives with me and Gini. Next one is due in five weeks (or less)...
I am insured pretty well so if the worst happened everyone would be taken care of.
But the idea of course is not to have bad stuff happen...
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
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