“It is not true that people stop pursuing dreams because they grow old, they grow old because they stop pursuing dreams.” Gabriel García Márquez
Motorcycles are a big part of my family stories. My dad rode a motorcycle when he and my mom dated. My first boyfriend bought a motorcycle when he turned eighteen. My husband rode a motorcycle when he and I met. My brother used to drop me off at school on the back of his motorcycle and both of my sisters rode mopeds before they ever got cars. It wasn’t that I didn’t want a license but rather, I was always busy with something else that taking rides on the back seemed just fine. Despite the fact that I’ve consistently put “getting a motorcycle license” on every list of things-to-do-before-I-die, it wasn’t until the very last days of 2016 that I finally got around to it.