How I got into Streetbikes
Taking you back to my childhood, I was just 4 years old when I got on a dirtbike for the first time and I fell in love with motorcycles and powersports ever since. Ever since I was that 4 year old little boy getting on a dirtbike for the first time, I always imagined myself getting a streetbike one day. I would see pictures of my dad with his bikes when he was younger and I wanted to be exactly like him. Whenever I saw one driving on the road I would just listen, stop and stare. Just the sound, the look, and the speed drew my attention to them so much.
Who Influenced me?
My dad, who was the one who put me on a dirt bike, rode street and race bikes his whole life, so you can clearly see where I got that passion from. As I got older I got more skilled at riding and started pushing myself to learn new techniques to make my riding cleaner and faster. By the time I got to the age of 10-11 years old I was pretty comfortable on a dirt bike so it was time I got a real bike. My dad bought me a Suzuki rm-85 which was a pretty popular bike at the time and was my first bike I rode with a clutch. Learning how to ride with a clutch was difficult at first, but the more time I spent riding the better I got. Not too long after that I put my dirt bike away for the winter and stopped riding for a couple years because I got serious into football. Then in my junior year of high school when I was 17 years old my sister started dating this new kid named Mustafa. He had a gorgeous BMW m235i that made about 600 horsepower and I was in love with it. He started coming around more so I spent more time with him and was heavily influenced by his need for speed. That summer going into my senior year of high school Mustafa bought a BMW S1000RR which is one of the best 1000cc sport bikes you can get on the market, it’s also one of the fastest. Once I saw him pull in the driveway with it I knew I had to go for a ride on it. And for those that don’t know you can’t just hop on a 1000cc sport bike and ride it that easily with no experience. So I went for a ride with my dad. As soon as I sat on the back I knew what was about to happen. The ride was chill until we took the exit to merge onto the highway. As soon as we came around the bend my dad ripped it. I never felt something pull that hard in my entire life. The feeling that it gave me is incomparable to anything I had ever felt in my entire life. It changed everything for me. When We pulled into the driveway I knew right away what I needed in my life. A street bike.
Getting my first street bike
All throughout the next year I worked my butt off and saved up about $8,000 to buy myself a bike. It took me to the beginning of April. I would scan Facebook marketplace everyday trying to find the right bike. Finally I landed on the perfect one. A 2009 Yamaha R6 with Yamaha’s classic blue and had all the modifications I wanted. I was in love. My dad and I drove about 2 and a half hours away to pick it up and when we got home and got it unloaded I just sat and stared. It felt unreal I was 17 years old with my own street bike that I got all on my own. It was about another month before I would get to ride it. But, boy o boy, when I got to ride it was the best time I’ve ever had. Being by myself ripping on the highway was my peace, my bike was my getaway. The rush of adrenaline it gave me just made nothing else matter. Then snap I wrecked, bad.
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