Everyone has a moment when they realize their passion. That moment they know what they are meant to do. I will never forget the day motorcycles became my life . I was six years old and my family had just met with our attorney after my dad was in a bad accident.
I was pretty down, seeing my hero in such a tough accident. I didn’t understand fully, I just knew things were not the greatest. My uncle came over that night and seeing me so down, he asked my mom if he could take me for a ride on his motorcycle.
I could tell my mom was not thrilled, but seeing how excited I was she said yes. The second I hopped on the back and heard the engine roar, I knew I had to have one of these one day. I felt like we were riding at the speed of light.
We were maybe going 30 mph, but I thought I was the coolest kid in town and I had fallen in love with that motorcycle. My passion for bikes never died from that point on.
I was fascinated by them. All I wanted was to ride motorcycles. I saved up my money and got my first bike at 19 and began working in a bike shop at 16. I wanted to learn everything I could about motorcycles and I still do to this day.
I’m thankful that my hobby is also what I get to do for a living. Motorcycles are my passion. I love hitting the road on the weekend and riding for hours. There is simply nothing like it.
No matter what your passion is, go after it and never stop chasing it. Some people laugh when they hear how much I love bikes, but it doesn’t bother me. Its what I love and thats what matters. Do what you love and you’ll never have to work a day in your life. Just find that moment of clarity and chase your dreams. Whether your 6 or 60, it’ll happen, you just have to go after it.