I had a difficult relationship with my father. We got closer in his last years and spent more time with each other. Every once in a while he would ask what I thought about getting a license so we could ride together. Naaah, I would always answer. Too expensive, the family and kids, yada yada.

Then he got sick and couldn't ride anymore. Every so often he asked me if I'd like to have his bike. It was a hideous red BMW K75 from the 80's. And I would answer, naaah, the family and kids, too expensive, yada yada.

For a few years now, that BMW K75 is stood in our garage, reminding me of what could have been. I always pushed the thought back, there was always something more important to do. But a few weeks ago, I just said fuck it and enrolled in classes. Got a helmet, jacket and everything last week and am so excited I'm finally starting!

Where we come from might be different - but I think I understand how you feel. Hope you're able to get riding soon!