Motorcycles and I have a long history. I've always had a facination with them from a young age. I'm convinced that I happened upon my affinity due to my dad who hated bikes. Huh?

OK...it's not what you think. Dad was a City of Atlanta Traffic Court Judge for 18 years. As a result, he knew lots of motorcycle cops. On occaision, they would drop by the house at night on the big ass Harleys. While they visited I spent my time sitting on the bikes, playing with the controls, and turning the lights on and off. Of course, I wanted a bike. The trouble was that my dad had a lot of friends who were not only motorcycle cops but also busted up or dead motorcycle cops. My fate was sealed. It just wasn't gonna happen.

Despite not owning one there was never any shortage of available bikes to ride. Years passed and imagine my dad's consternation when I showed up at home with a Honda dirt bike. Fortunately for me, I was 23 when I bought it. Unfortunately for him, he couldn't make me get rid of it. I rode the snot out of that thing until it was basically unrepairable.

Time went by, and somewhere in there I grew up, got a real job when my band didn't pan out, and moved out. The bike bug came back, but now, I was poor. Doh...back to square one. Well, sometime around Feb of '92 I ran back into Debie at the rink one night when I was skating after a game. Amazingly, the sting of me dumping her when she was 18 had healed, and I got her...