It is never too late for the bike life. Florida is sunny all year round. It is the second state in the country with highest motorcycles demographic. As of 2021, Florida data showed over 645,000 registered motorcycles. Influential factors could be advantage of fuel economy, easier to maneuver the overcrowded roads, or maybe the more spirited way of transportation. Common sentiment of riders is there is something else to riding motorcycles than just going from point A to point B. The bike lifestyle changed my life. Born in a small one redlight town upstate New York, there was not much to do besides skate, ride BMX or, get in trouble. I bounced around job to job, waking and wondering how I could skip work. Of all things, house arrest kickstarted my career. I had found a loophole that if I enrolled into college, I could get off house arrest, get away from my dead-end job, and take a break from my small hometown.
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One thing stayed constant; cars. I absolutely loved working on cars. I enrolled at SUNY Delhi for automotive technology. In 2013 opportunity knocked and I moved to Florida. Left the state of modification laws, rusted out chassis, and vehicle inspections. 8 years as an automotive technician, 29 years old, in 2019 I discovered bike life. After seeing coworkers who became friends at the dealership, I worked at leave work and go ride, I purchased a Honda Grom and learned. They taught me. I discovered the scenic backroads and, how therapeutic riding in the open air is. I learned basic maintenance and the unwritten rules of group riding. I discovered a local group of riders who meet every Sunday morning to ride. This is when I began to live the bike life. To this day, my closest friendships have emerged from motorcycling. That’s one of the beauties of bike life. It brings people together. No matter
your religion, your race, what bike you ride, what you do for a living, we are all family. Sunday morning rides are my highlights. No matter how the day turned out, it would always be better. This ride became my own Sunday morning church. Eventually I realized automotive was not my calling. I was over 10 grand into a nitrous K-series Del Sol. I parted out the entire car. I got rid of everything automotive. I found a local motorcycle repair shop in the Port Ritchey, FL area that just opened up; 1stmotopowersports.com. He was a one-man shop with the help of his wife in the office. I stopped by at least once a week for months asking this man for a job. I had little to no experience on motorcycles. After weeks and weeks of me asking, I finally got the job. I got rid of everything “automotive”. This was my true calling. I finally was excited to go to work. I couldn’t understand how I had lived