I am lucky enough to be riding motorcycles in what is now my 50th year on two wheels. As a 17-year-old, I needed my mother's consent and her name listed on the bike's title and registration to purchase my first bike from the dealership.
Three months later, I received my first real wake up call in life when I got drunk, crashed my bike and broke my leg while drinking and driving. I was a couple of months shy of my 18th birthday.
A lot has happened since the day that I walked out of the dealership with my first motorcycle. I have no regrets. I cannot regret something that has taught me valuable and worthwhile lessons in life.
