I have no single place that I can call "home," as I was a military brat (Air Force). I was born in Taiwan...my father was stationed there for two years. Calling Taipei "hometown" is really a stretch, but that's technically where I hail from.
I've been in the Air Force for about 14 years. When I was stationed in Washington DC in 1991, I went out and got my first bike: a 1986 Yamaha Virago. I rode that bike all over Washington...went to Harper's Ferry a couple of times...basically I just enjoyed the hell out of riding.
Well, after DC, I got stationed in Illinois (Scott AFB) where I met my wife. We've been married for about 8 years. We have four children, ages 2 (Isabella), 3 (Christopher), 6 (Maranda) & 7 (Theresa). They got my motorcycle gene: they love 'em.
tragic part of the story. Before I met her, my wife had a bad experience
being a motorcycle passenger and really didn't want me to have a bike
anymore (there's a good plug for responsible riding). The first year
we were married, I felt compelled to sell my motorcycle since we were
newly-weds (Marriage 101 taught me that going on all day rides by myself
wasn't smart). I didn't realize at the time that I was in for an 8 year
stretch of motorcycle envy. Over time, my wife grew to accept that I
was probably going to buy another bike, but with the constant parade
of children into our lives (yes, I know what causes it!), the time was
never right. I got my big breakthrough last year...we attended Rolling
Thunder. We got all the kids in the car and we headed for the Pentagon.
Patched 1 March 2003
My wife said, "When you get your motorcycle, you're taking me to this. You can't go without me." She was hooked!
2002, a few months after arriving in Korea, my wife urged me to get
the bike of my dreams. I did. It's a 2002 Heritage Springer.
I'll be riding with the Barons until June 2004 when it's time for us to leave. If I get off my dead ass and get my bike a sissy bar, my wife will join us! Anybody know any good babysitters?