I must have been just two or three years old, and the very first thing I ever asked my parents was a motorcycle.
Dad used to ride his Vespa around town, and I sometimes was a front side pillion, standing in the scooter’s floor, struggling to tiptoe in order to see the road above the handlebar and get a taste of the wind.
What a feeling!
I knew at a very young age that my life was going to be motorcycle related. I also considered becoming a shepherd, a firefighter, an astronaut… and who knows what else. But I finally became a biker.
The pursue of a motorcycle was a long struggle, as it was always in my dreams, but quite hard to achieve for an infant. I was only a school child looking at bikes passing by and getting angry as there was no way I could get one in a short time.
No need to say I made my parents crazy jingling ‘I want a Harley’ on minute basis. What a stubborn kid!
I finally got some little bikes, but it wasn’t until I became a grown man that I could get my license. I found it harder than anything else I had done by then, but it was the first time I had to fight for getting what I wanted.
What a feeling when I sat on my Kawasaki Vulcan 500 for the first time!
I am currently saving some money and getting more income to add a little sister to my Triumph, but it’s easier now, it’s just a matter of doing it once again!