Throughout my life, I have always stared from the sidelines at motorcycles.  You see, back when I was a child, I made a promise to my mother that I would never ride one.  The reasoning behind her request is that she had a boyfriend that was seriously injured riding a bike, and she didn’t want that to happen to me.

A promise is a promise for me, so I decided to do what I had said.  But, I have always wanted to ride a bike - even if I wasn’t the guy driving.

It wasn’t until I met my girlfriend that I was actually in the position to go for a ride.  You see, she sold used motorcycles, and she offered to give me a ride.  The problem was, I still had the promise that I made to my mother, so I had to decline.

I talked to my mother about it, and told her how much I wanted to go for a ride, and she finally let me relinquish my promise - provided I wore a helmet.

As I got on the back of the bike behind my girlfriend, I knew one thing: I would have the ride of my life.