Many of the riders I talk to, especially female riders, got into riding through their family or community. Motorcycles are in their blood. They’re usually excellent, heartwarming stories about familial bonding or an ambiguous “destiny,” but to be honest, they’re just not that relatable.
Most people do not grow up around motorcycles. Most people do not have family that has ridden for generations. Therefore, most people never ride.
I want to share my story, because my story is something “most people” can relate to. I didn’t have family that rode. My dad did, but only for a few years before I was born. I never even considered riding an option.