My passion for motorcycles started when I was around five years old. Growing up in New York, I used to see the older guys ride up and down the street speeding and doing wheelies. That’s what I thought motorcycles were about. So, what did I do as soon as I got a real job? I got a bike. Unfortunately, I became exactly what I saw, a reckless rider. After a few crashes and a new born child, I decided to put bikes behind me. As my son grew older, around five years old, he saw a few pictures of me with my bike and he then asked for one. I was excited, but I gave him one requirement, learn how to ride his bicycle first. He learned the very next day. As a man of my word, I got him his first motorcycle, a Honda CRF 50. We would spend hours at the track after school practicing and eventually entered a few peewee races on the weekends. He did quite well, winning a few races and becoming one of the better children at the local track. Soon after, his sister joined him and it became a family event. To this day, my children will tell you that some of their best childhood memories were spent at the track and to this day, we all ride. And that is what I want to share and create with you; lasting memories.