How did it start for me? Well, I was about three years old and my dad gave me a ride around the yard on his old Honda CB450. I was hooked, end of discussion.
In highschool I rode my cousins bike a bit. Dad's Honda was sidelined because a mouse made it his home one winter and chewed up the wiring. So I got my fill riding my older cousins bikes. He had an old Honda, and later, got a used Ducati 851. That was my first ever ride on an Italian bike, and it scared the ever loving crap out of me!
Between the sounds at idle where it sounded like it was coming apart to the howl at full throttle, it was an amazing machine and oh my did it move!
Then came college, then work, then wife and kids, so bikes took a backseat for a long time.
A few years ago, the itch came back. With my wife's blessing I dipped my toe back in the bike world. It all came back, and rapidly! To my surprise, my wife decided she loved riding too!
She got her license two years ago and we've been a happy riding couple since!