Riding my bike is more than getting from point A to point B for
me. You could say it's one of my passions. This page is is more than
a showcase for my current scoot though, it's more like a chronicle
of my history with motorcycles. In this section of Brettman.com
you can find pictures and specs of my bikes over the years as well as
ride reports, and how I came to enjoy riding so much.
So how did it all begin?
My Dad has ridden motorcycles as long as I can remember. I started
riding as his passenger when I was about 4 or 5 years old. Although
I don't explicitly recall, he tells me that since my feet wouldn't
reach the buddy pegs he bought some highway pegs and clamped them to
the frame where I could reach. I was hooked.
As I grew up and went on more rides with my Dad I knew that I just
had to have a bike of my own someday. I couldn't get enough, any time
I would get the chance I would gladly go for a ride. We used to make
trips to the store on the bike as well and I would carry back
whatever we bought...a gallon of milk...a case of soda...2 ½
gallons of gas...watermelon...anything.
But alas, I then found myself in high school and a motorcycle
would be far from practical. What would I do in the rain? the snow?
This is New England after all and the weather is anything but perfect.
So like most I got a car and life was good. After all, you can't pack
all your friends on a motorcycle and go hang out on the weekends.
Time went on and in a way I guess you could say I forgot about the
desire to have a motorcycle. I still went on rides with my Dad but
was quite content just being a passenger.
That all seemed to change rather dramatically during my senior
year of college. Suddenly the mere sound of a passing motorcycle
would snap my head around trying to catch a glimpse. I began to notice
just how many bikes were on the road and wanted to join them. The road
was calling my name. Being a student and only working part time
prevented me from answering the call though.
In 1998, having graduated college and now working full-time the
time was right. I stopped into a nearby dealership just to have a
look. That was all it took. I saw a used bike that I was sure I just
had to have. I was so excited when I told my Dad about it and how I
wanted to buy that bike. Not getting overly excited my Dad encouraged
me to look at other dealerships and see what was out there before I
jumped at the first bike that caught my attention. So, without further
adieu, I went to a few more dealerships. There it was, gleaming in
the showroom even better than the used bike I wanted so bad. I laid
eyes on a 1999 Kawasaki Vulcan 750. This was incidentally the same bike
just newer and with a better (in my opinion) paint scheme. I sat on
this one as well as a few others that caught my eye but this turned
out to be the one I purchased.
That was it. Now that I started riding I found that I really loved
getting out there and cruising around. I couldn't imagine not owning
a motorcycle now. Whether I'm riding in an organized event, enjoying
a weekend ride with friends or running an errand there is just
something great about riding.