Are those of us that love motorcycles born to love them or was it something
that was brought on by our experiences? I can’t remember a time that I didn't
think it would be the greatest thing ever to throw my leg over a bike and be
able to ride. With this knowledge you’d think that I must've been born this way,
right? Maybe not...Growing up, my dad (who was my idol) always had a bike. To
this day, I don't know a single person who puts more miles on their bike per
year then he does (especially when you factor in the 5+ month winters we have
here). Basically, I always wanted to be just like my dad, so of course I became
a motorcycle fanatic. I guess it's the old "nature vs. nurture"
argument that can be used for a lot of different aspects about a human.
The thing that really got me to ponder this was my son. I've mentioned his
like for motorcycles before (here)
and I don't feel that I consciously push him into liking them, so maybe was
born this way. However, his life is constantly filled with bikes. I ride, a lot
of my friends ride, and both of his grandfathers ride, so it can go without
saying that he sees multiple motorcycles in any given day. Also, he sees me
staring at every single motorcycle that crosses my path; this definitely has to
make an impact on him. He actually notices them before I do nowadays, yelling
"cycle" whenever he sees one.
So what's the answer? I honestly don't know. It would be awesome if my son
was as into bikes as much as I am or my dad is, but as long as he finds
something he's passionate about, I'll be happy. It would be all kinds of
awesome if he rides motorcycles, plays football, lifts weights, and listens to
metal though...just saying.
“You will make my strength your own. You will see my life through your
eyes, as your life will be seen through mine. The son becomes the father and
the father the son.” – JorEl from Superman: The Movie
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