A Boy’s First Motorcycle

I have a vivid memory of the exact moment I decided to buy a motorcycle. My friend Sophie and I were driving down the Old Redwood Highway at about 2am when I saw a single headlight behind me. I was speeding, and as I didn’t want to take a chance that it was a motorcycle officer behind me I immediately slowed down to the speed limit. After about 2 minutes of me plodding along at the speed limit I looked in my mirror to see that the motorcyclist wasn’t there anymore. Suddenly there was a blur and a loud noise as the rider passed me at about 100mph on one wheel. I was hooked, and my life has never been the same. Read More