Some people are born into motorcycle families.
For them, motorcycles are in the blood.
Others discover bikes much later, and fall wildly, helplessly in love.
Me, I married into motorcycles.
My man’s owned dozens of bikes, from Triumphs to Harleys and back again.
Over the last 28 years, we’ve done about a quarter of a million miles together.
So around here, motorcycles are a big deal.
They’re members of the family who often hang out in the living room.
As I see it, where you sit on a motorcycle doesn’t matter.
You may be the rider.
Or you may be the passenger.
What matters is you love motorcycles.
And if you do, you’re in the right place.
It’s great to have you here.