It’s all my parents’ fault. No, really. I did not learn this in an intensive session of psychotherapy. It is not a recent discovery, brought out in hypnosis while probing the depravity and darkness of my twisted mind. I’ve known it all my life…and so have they. I was fortunate enough to grow up on a farm. My parents bought me my first mini bike at age 7 and I proceeded to “mark my territory” on those rough pastures.
That was the beginning of love affair that has lasted some 46 years. As I took the Street Triple out for a ride today and passed many other rider, it got me thinking about how fortunate I have been and how many wonderful motorcycles I have had the opportunity to own and ride. I suppose I’ve owned 30+ bikes in my lifetime, give or take. Unfortunately, I don’t have photos of many of the ones from my youth. There are others that I have prints of, but are not stored on my computer.
Some of the more recent rides have been digitized and I thought I’d share a few. So here is a brief tribute “To all the Girls I’ve Loved Before.”
My Multistrada Coffee Delivery Vehicle. I had two of them. A 1000 and an 1100S. Easily one of my all time favorite bikes
Aside from these, I had multiple dual sports, dirt bikes, mini bikes, a cruiser and….a Gold Wing…at the ripe old age of 24!
As you can see, I like to play the field!