They say that admition is the first step to being cured, well I don’t want to be cured I just want to talk about my passion that has become the most addicting thing in my life. I think most people reading this will agree that once you ride a motorcycle, your stuck. It only takes once.

The very first time I took out a 93 Kawasaki Zx6E Ninja for a ride, leaning into a nice sharp right hander, feeling the connection with the bike and the road, the power on tap with a flick of my wrist, it was coursing through my veins, I was an official junky and a sweeping lefty was coming up. Soon I was spending all my money on new gear and all my time riding,
working, riding, going to school, riding, and surfing the web for news and new products for my bike.

The road had become a new place, I noticed things I didn’t before and couldn’t believe how much fun it was just riding around. I started feeling caged in when I was inside vehicles and even thought about riding while I was driving.

After the first drop, while I was ebaying all the parts to put it back together, it was still in my mind. I was always looking for parts or videos of sportbikes. Joining forums and thinking about the next time I could go out for a ride. The toys got newer and better, they started having fuel injection and slipper clutches. Then the first track day came.

All I thought of was going and how exciting it would be. Then when I was there how exciting and fun it actually was, it was better than I had ever thought it would be. Then it came time to leave and I started feeling withdrawals. All I could think about was going back, it totally consumed me.

I thought I had been a junky, now I know I am. Every year the bikes get better and better, but the best part is the high is always the same! I am a motorcycle addict and love every minute of it!

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