While we were groing up, my Mom always told me and my older brother that we would NEVER own anything on two wheels. Too dangerous!
When I was 16, I moved out, got a Honda Scrambler 305, got T-boned, and while in the hospital, didn't recognize my Mom. Scared the hell outa her.
Two years later, I got my first HD. I still have it.
A few years after I got my HD, my brother got one, got hit by a drunk driver, suffered numerous very serious injuries, and my Mom had to nurse him back to health for about a year.
About a year after he healed up, he got another HD which we kept a secret from my Mom. Of course she knew, and he still rides.
It's been 40 yrs since I got my Scrambler and my Mom still worries.
I'd crap a load if my 22 yr old daughter got a bike.
I guess that's just the way parents are.
