Greetings from the Rocky Mountain Front Range. My tale of two wheels began before I could walk. My parents being typical parents in the early 1970s used to position be between the two of them on my dads Suzuki. There is a photo somewhere around here of me on a ride with them at about eighteen months old. Before you even think of the safety factor, yes, I was wearing a very tiny helmet.
I bought my first bike almost twenty years later.
In 1999, I was living just west of Seattle when I recognized my long-time desire for a long motorcycle road trip. Prior to then, my longest trip had been from Charleston, SC to Atlanta, GA about 250 or so miles each way. Another rider and I mapped out a route from Seattle to Denver, avoiding Interstates whenever possible. We set out with no timetable, only a final destination. Two important things came from this road trip: 1. I swore never to take on 3,500+ miles on a 750cc Japanese cruiser with no windshield ever again, and 2. I met my wife while on the road.
Fast forward a few years. I still have my wife; I no longer have that Honda. I replaced the Honda with a new Road King Classic in 2002. I replaced the Road King with an Ultra Classic this summer. Ive come a long way from the helmet-wearing infant between young parents in the early 70s.