Re: Good "how I told my parents" stories?
As a kid, I wanted a Honda mini-trail, parents said "no way." As a teen, I wanted an XR 75, parents said "no way." As a college student, I wanted an Interceptor, parents said "no way." So with my motorcycle dreams dashed, I grew up and moved away.
Some years later, I went home on vacation. One night I walked in and my Mom stopped me and asked: "Is there something you want to tell me?" Huh, uh, no, don't think so...why? "Your office called and said they've been trying to reach you on your car phone (remember those?) They thought you might be on your motorcycle and that's why they couldn't get you" Mom says. Uhhhh... yes...my motorcycle... yep... I have a motorcycle....or two.
20 years later, they still hope I'll grow up and stop riding. Yesterday, I fell of a cliff (on a dirt bike.)
In five or more years of roadracing, my parents came to the track once. When I mention riding or a new bike in the garage, my Dad changes the subject.
I come from a family that is passionate about sailing...offshore ocean racing, inshore bouy racing, transatlantic crossings, yacht club cruises... and the lifestyle/gear/friends associated with that world. But they can't get their heads around motorcycling as a sport/ lifestyle.
I dunno... George
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