HolaBlondie Well it's a real cool steed you have can see your addiction. And wasn't implying you didn't have a bike. Merely wanted to know what bike it was and indeed it's a fire breather. Like you said I adored my parents but it wasn't always smooth. When I left home my Mum took it out on my Dad as we would squabble now and then. My Mum thought Motorbikes were dangerous and should have been banned as do my sisters. My Dad said it's your life you live it as you want to. But never would I disown them or argue with them like I said I used to just say I love you Mum that was enough. So don't lie to your parents tell them the truth and explain don't just use it as a way to hurt them explanation is key and build all those bridges. I would assume every biker here and anywhere has had their Mum say those things are Dangerous. And I don't for one minute think your parents think you are stupid they just haven't come to terms you are living a life they don't understand and of course you have flown the coup. Relationships are very hard and it takes two parties to partake to find a middle ground. You haven't mentioned your age group or Gender. If you are a Son do you have siblings if you are a daughter then parents will do every thing to protect you not because they think you are stupid but because they love you again a very hard word to say sometimes. I my self have been to hell and back in my life time and when I see my boys I always tell them how much I love them. But it took some hard knocks to make me the person I am today. My Boys all ride and race bikes and again I am wary but won't stick my nose in. Regards Joe.
When 17 parents bought me the car left by a recently deceased uncle to keep me away from bikes. lasted a year until too large an MOT bill meant had to scrap it. But it showed my old man I wasn't a twat on the road so a few years later when I got a bike they weren't too bothered. Even took the old fella out on my first 'big bike' Neighbour kept his Ducati at a mates for years without his missus knowing. Then got a bike 'again' for his 50th. DS
I managed to change from a yellow Aprillia scooter to a red and white Honda 250 after passing my test and my wife didn’t notice anything different in the garage. I then later swapped to a black Triumph Tiger 800. She did notice but just thought that I’d painted my old bike! Might try a Rocket 3 next.....as long as it’s black I reckon I’ll get away with it!
I really feel for you, Hola. I understand your actions/reactions, it can't be nice for you. I was lucky, and got on great with my parents. Nice bike.
HolaBlondie. There you have it. Only child female. You have a mountain to climb but perseverance and talking will start the road there. Wouldn't say you have a street triple just yes. But they wanted to moth ball you and don't any different and all the putting you down was to keep you at home so they failed and you being a rebel fled the coupe. But try to build the relationship up a little from the distance. And remember I love you is the simplest word to say and builds empires. Now its time to forget the past and build the future. Strange I had an uncle like that always said I was up to no good and told my Dad I would cause trouble I used to laugh at him. My Dad told him to look after his own. Its difficult for you and you must care as you wouldn't be asking so start small and go from there. Regards Joe.
Hi, I’d just tell people what you want to tell them whether family or not... riding a bike is questionably dangerous but less dangerous than crossing a busy road on foot listening to music on headphones ... as a parent I’ve had to learn not to worry what my children are doing... after all, I have survived so far doing stupid things all my life
AndyPandy No I think the forum is just right. A biker needs some strength so that's fair enough in my books. After all what the hell else is there to do. Sun out and nice breeze and sitting here twiddling my thumbs. And we are not all the same some of us need help from each other and I am no different. A few good peeps on here have gave me a helping hand when I needed or a good kick on the backside. Regards Joe.
Only thing I would add to @Duckadiledundee response is that you learn from your mistakes. You can only hope that none of them are serious ones. Get out there and do your thing what ever that might be.
And this should hurt/surprise/etc. me how? Just because I fix my bike right and so I don't have tonshit of shit to rant about? Love that Anyway, don't worry, got a man with a BIG bike.. just need a beer right now.. or a mojito, whatever comes first
Wish you well with your decision. My father was a cyclist and detested motorcycles even if he ride them when training track. His best mate knew my love of bikes and said to get one for me. I hid it from him for years, but eventually just turned up to a family event on it and he even had me give him a tour. Respect is great, but live your life by being happy sounds like that means with a bike
My father rode motorcycles in his youth and no doubt he wouldn't have minded if I'd wanted one at 17. I think however, my parents were relieved when I showed more interest in cars at the time. I didn't start riding until I was 55 years old, sadly after my father had passed, but I'm sure he would have loved the Bonneville! I did wonder what my mother would think about my newly discovered interest when confronted with it but she turned around and said "I've never actually been on a bike, your dad sold his when we got married " And so, at the age of 87. Mum took her first ride on the back of the Bonneville!
My Dad had bikes and my mum and he toured loads until us kids come along. He then got a combination and we went all over on that outfit. Camping holidays, visiting grand parents, basically all over and of course he used it for work. Must admit my early memories was that it was quite scary in the sidecar, but quickly found my love for bikes that has never left me..
We had a combination - I was probably four or five then. AJS 600 (sadly no one seems to have a photograph) me in the back, mum in the front with my younger brother on her lap and dad riding in an old Belstaff jacket and WWII pilots goggles, no helmet.
I've not been able to find any early photo's either. Must admit I cannot remember my parents having a camera, so not having photo's is no real surprise. I have very few photo' of my early years and only a few from when my kids were small. As digital cameras became available that all changed.
