As long as I can remember, I've wanted a motorcycle. I remember my parents paying $5 at the fair for me to get my polaroid picture taken on a huge Harley on display during my hair-crimping days (9-ish?). Finally, a couple years ago, Colby and I got our M1 permits, but shortly after, I found out I was pregnant (with Olive), so that got put on the back burner. A couple more babies later, Colby pursued his license again and bought his first bike from his good friend, Mike: A 2001 Kawasaki W650 w/cafe racer-style mods.
I humbled myself and told Colby that if he changed out the seat, I could settle with just riding on the back of his. However, after catching a glimpse of the thrill of riding while just following behind him in my car a couple days later, I retracted that statement! We found a modest, little bike for me to learn on: A 1975 Honda CB125S. Colby's already been taking his bike out whenever he can, but I'm doing all I can to hold out until after our riding class in a couple weeks.
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