Convincing the Mother
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Convincing the Mother
So folks I currently have a dilemna that I was hoping some of you experienced folk could help me with. Last weekend I completed an MSF Saftey Course so I can get my motorcycle liscense. I have riden dirt bikes for about 9 years, 2 years competetively. My inspiration to start riding was the freedom, pleasure, economical advantage, and because my dad rode for years until he crashed while racing at Black Hawk Farms. My situation is that my dad is completely supportive of me getting a motorcycle yet I need to convince my mom that this is something she should allow. My thought was to tell her the advantages of riding a motor cycle instead of my 92 volvo. I'm thinking that telling her about how it is more safe now, how much gas they save, and environmental advantages will open her up to the idea more. If you all could help by giving me some ideas or statistics I would greatly apprectiate it because I cannot wait to get out on the open road but it would be better if my mom approves of it. Thanks.
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If you try and use most statistics, you'd just be selling the idea. Be honest about how you'll ride safely. About your gear and instruction etc. And then...be a safe rider.
However, the only way I could convince her was to tell her to stop giving me money, housing, insurance, and other means of financial support. That's the best way to freedom, and it works or you end up homeless!
However, the only way I could convince her was to tell her to stop giving me money, housing, insurance, and other means of financial support. That's the best way to freedom, and it works or you end up homeless!
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Don't post the same thing in so many places. Doing so could be considered spam, and even if people don't consider it spam, its annoying. So not cool. But I digress.
Don't spew bull(poop) to your mom about environmental issues and crap that you don't care about. That is just as annoying as posting the same thing in several parts of a forum. Tell her your real reasons. If you're that concerned about the environment, don't buy any vehicle, move into a tree, and don't bother us anymore.
Don't spew bull(poop) to your mom about environmental issues and crap that you don't care about. That is just as annoying as posting the same thing in several parts of a forum. Tell her your real reasons. If you're that concerned about the environment, don't buy any vehicle, move into a tree, and don't bother us anymore.
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First off the reason I put this post in the experienced riders area and the beginning riders area was so I could get more assistance with the goal I'm trying to accomplish. I wasn't trying to spam, sorry. And I'm trying to get some advice man, sorry but I didn't know I was bothering you guys to the point where I shouldn't bother you anymore. Thanks for everyones help. Peaceandrwhock wrote:Don't post the same thing in so many places. Doing so could be considered spam, and even if people don't consider it spam, its annoying. So not cool. But I digress.
Don't spew bull(poop) to your mom about environmental issues and "crumb" that you don't care about. That is just as annoying as posting the same thing in several parts of a forum. Tell her your real reasons. If you're that concerned about the environment, don't buy any vehicle, move into a tree, and don't bother us anymore.
Once you're old enough to pay your own bills, then you can make up your own mind on a bike for the street. My parents told me that I'd never get a bike as long as I lived under their roof. Thats fair, it was their house, they paid the bills, it was their rules. When I moved out at 18, I then became the keeper of my own destiny. To be honest I don't think I would pay for my kids to have a street bike either.
Later on in life, the first time my mother came to see me race at Daytona, I crashed and got run over. Naturally she wasn't pleased, but it was my choice, my money and my pain.
Later on in life, the first time my mother came to see me race at Daytona, I crashed and got run over. Naturally she wasn't pleased, but it was my choice, my money and my pain.
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I wouldn't pay for my kids either. Too dangerous. Funny about the crash, assuming you're ok now?hi-side wrote:Once you're old enough to pay your own bills, then you can make up your own mind on a bike for the street. My parents told me that I'd never get a bike as long as I lived under their roof. Thats fair, it was their house, they paid the bills, it was their rules. When I moved out at 18, I then became the keeper of my own destiny. To be honest I don't think I would pay for my kids to have a street bike either.
Later on in life, the first time my mother came to see me race at Daytona, I crashed and got run over. Naturally she wasn't pleased, but it was my choice, my money and my pain.
LOL OK is a relative term, I had 20 crashes in my racing career, that was right around number 7 or so. I went on to fall off 13 more times. In that particular crash I tore the ACL in my right knee, cracked the knee cap, and got a concussion... oh and totaled the bike. Nothing that couldn't heal with time or a large cash injectionThe549 wrote:I wouldn't pay for my kids either. Too dangerous. Funny about the crash, assuming you're ok now?hi-side wrote:Once you're old enough to pay your own bills, then you can make up your own mind on a bike for the street. My parents told me that I'd never get a bike as long as I lived under their roof. Thats fair, it was their house, they paid the bills, it was their rules. When I moved out at 18, I then became the keeper of my own destiny. To be honest I don't think I would pay for my kids to have a street bike either.
Later on in life, the first time my mother came to see me race at Daytona, I crashed and got run over. Naturally she wasn't pleased, but it was my choice, my money and my pain.
