I just started to ride about a month and a half ago. This is a time in my life I never imagined would EVER happen. I mean that literaly. I have hated motorcycles for the last 15 years. To the point of forbidding my 16 yr old son and my husband who love bikes from ever getting one. I told them both that if they ever brought one home I would dismantle it and throw it in the street.
The reason for this is because 15 years ago my now husband and I were at the beginning of our relationship. He had a 1991 Kawasaki Concorse. He loved that bike, and rode it daily. He had been riding bikes for 15 years prior to us.
Anyway he took me for my first ride going 130 miles an hour, and scared the c*** out of me. I wouldn't ride anymore, but he told me he only did it to scare me into holding on tighter to him. A month later he and his best friend were hit by a car on that bike, and almost killed.
Hubby was in intensive care for a long time with extesive injuries, that he still has scars from. Anyway from that day on I forbid him another bike.
Fastforward to 2 months ago. My 2 sons and hubby wanted to go to Kawasaki dealership to look at bikes.
Hubby was admiring a Vulcan 2000 Classic LT. I could see the hunger in his eyes so I said buy it. It was a spur of the moment comment, but I felt comfortable saying it. He was stunned and thought I was joking at first.
I figured he was 44 and more mature and responsible now. I also want him to enjoy himself. To the point he bought, and drove home that day a brand new Vulcan 2000.
I rode with him for 2 weeks, listening to you should get one too. I kept saying no way. I just knew I would hate it so I wouldn't even think it.
Then one Sunday I said fine lets go look at them. That day I bought a Vulcan 500, and have never looked back.
I am SOOOO glad I bought my bike. I got my permit, and my hubby taught me to ride. Now my bike has a thousand miles on it, and hopefully many more to come. I have never felt so free or alive as I do on my bike. I don't know why it took me so long to realize bikes aren't bad.
I guess I just needed time to work through all my fears. I am so happy and excited I did. I now want to ride all the time, and my husband Jerry calls me his motorcyclin mama.
Soon my 16 year old son and I are taking our MSF course together.
Sorry this is so long. I love to talk!
I hope I can make many friends here.
Thanks for sharing your story with us!