After 32yrs I’m back in the saddle. I thank my grampa for giving me the bug, my first memory of sitting on a bike I was 3 (50yrs ago I may add), I’ll always remember the sound and that rumble his bike made. I ride to keep his memory closer to my heart, and when I’m out there he’s with me in every corner. He’s been gone 30+yrs, but it seems like I was sitting on his tank as my first ride around his yard was this morning.
I have an 800cc Suzuki Boulevard for now, saving my pennies for my dream bike. It was family first, now its my time
