Riding has been in my family for years… Both sides have had motorcycles in their past.. My great grand father on my dads side rode and my uncles on my moms side built bikes as a hobby…

I fell in love with them when my brother bought his first “crotch rocket” when i was in my mid-teens… I didnt start riding myself until my late 20s… I bought a 1972 Honda 550four at auction and loved that POS for two seasons.. then life happened…

A major move… Kids… A rough break up… Once i was out on my own i didnt know how to handle the anxiety of being alone for the first time in my life… I always had someone with me and doing everything on my own with two small boys was overwhelming… So i started drinking, a lot.

Every chance i had when i didnt have my boys i got drunk… When i did have them i always had a bottle of wine to sip on… One day i really sat back and looked at my life… What i was putting myself through… What i was missing out on as far as my boys were concerned and i hated what i saw… So i started trying to figure out what i could do other than drink my life away….

I went to help out at my church for a community event one weekend and there were some Ruff Ryderz there volunteering and thats when it hit me… Imma get another bike… I would never drink and ride and i know it’s something that will make me happy long term instead of just for a few hours…

Three years later i barely touch alcohol. My passion for riding has taken me places i never thought I’d see… I got to live out a dream of mine that I’ve had since i was a teenager and that was getting on the track…

My boys are getting more and more interested in bikes.. And i’ve made so many meaningful relationships with people i never would have met if i didn’t ride…

Riding literally changed and probably saved my life….