From there I went on to dirt bikes, playing in the gravel pit that my grandparents own. I can’t count the number of times I crashed, or the number of incredible jumps I made and no one else saw. When you get it right it is almost feels like you are flying. After a few years of that I traded my dirt bike for a Ninja street bike. I had always wanted one and my parents had always wanted the exact opposite. I loved the freedom of being able to take off on a Sunday morning and just ride anywhere I wanted to, and on so little gas. It was not uncommon for me to start out in the morning and ride to the mountains or the ocean for the day. And yes, those bikes do get a bit uncomfortable after the first 500 miles of the day, but it is well worth it.