Like a lot of fellow riders, it was my dad who instilled in me a love for motorcycles. Not because he bought me a dirt bike as a kid, but because he brought one home when he turned 50. I was 20 at the time, newly married, and was immediately enthralled. In the 1970's, he had owned a Gold Wing back when he and Mom married, but gave it up when my brother and I came along. Too many responsibilities to keep it. Fast forward to a midlife crisis, and there he is riding up on a 1998 Kawasaki Vulcan 1500. The first bike I ever rode pillion on, the first bike I ever piloted on my own, and the first bike I ever wrecked (doing a slow u-turn in the church parking lot). After that experience, including my first pipe burn (3rd degree), I had to ride. My husband bought a 1984 Honda Shadow, but after a few short months, he bought me a little Honda Rebel, so I could learn to ride solo. Within a year, I had 'outgrown' my little Rebel and took my husbands' Shadow 700. Dad thought it was funny. My husband, Kev, and I rode together some, but over the years he eventually lost interest. My mom rode pillion behind my dad for many years until recent years, when she decided he can't be holding up a heavy bike AND her on the back. For these reasons, I tend to ride alone and so does dad. On rare occasions, we do an afternoon ride together. I've always wanted to do multi-day trips with my dad, but there was never a good time to ask off work, etc. Then in February of this year, I realized that not only will I be 40 this year, but my dad will be 70. It's time to stop putting things off. This year is our year.