I'm a rider.  I always have been.

When I was a young-un, but old enough to walk, people would ask, "Why isn't he walking?"  The reply always came back the same.  "He doesn't have to, he has 5 sisters!"

I remember when I was about 5 years old I got this gadget for Christmas.  It mounted in between the frame rails of my bike and had a lever on it.  When you moved the lever back and forth it would go "varoooom varooom..."

We had horses while I was growing up and around that same age, someone put me up on one of Mr Beasly's horses, I think it was Shorty, who promptly bucked me right off his back and in to a sticker patch.  Of course I'd had enough and was near tears and I remember my dad saying, "Well, you'd better get back on that horse".  I didn't want to, but I'm glad I did.  I've spent a lot of time getting back on horses since then.  Thank's Dad!

I grew up riding.  Horses, cows, go carts, skateboards, dirt bikes, street bikes, mountain bikes, snow skis, water skis, telemark skis, tractors, backhoes, swingers, fork lifts, snow machines, (or snow mobile depending on where you're riding them), cotton combines, 3 wheelers, 4 wheelers, jeeps, airplanes and helicopters.

I've had several bikes.  When I say bikes, I'm referring to motorcycles unless I specifically name something like my Specialized stump jumper mountain bike.  That's my 2006 Harley Road King     ----------------------->