Family

In 2010 when I caught the bug I was living with my brother. The disease caught him at the same time and we both signed up for the basic motorcycle class together. I should note: neither of us had ever ridden a motorcycle before this, it was completely out of the blue.
He bought an old Honda Shadow 750 and I bought a Ninja 250r.
My first street ride (the day after finishing the class)

Seen here with a Harley Davidson and a Honda Battlecruiser at work

Erik was the more responsible older brother, I was the budding Crotch Rocketeer.

Eventually I sold the baby ninja and bought a beater R6 (I regret not having a 250 sometimes). Questionable as to whether this was an upgrade, but I learned real sport riding, and maintenance on that bike. My brother continued riding (and wrenching on) his old Honda.

Meanwhile my father wanted a new hobby, since SCUBA diving is such a logistically intense hobby/mental illness, and saw how much fun we were having. He took the class and got endorsed. For a while during the winter he rode my brothers Shadow, before buying a Shadow 600 (girl's bike) from a friend of my brother.

Through the winter he racked up a thousand miles on that tiny underpowered bike with only 4 gears. The upgrade bug hit him in the form of a brand new BMW F700gs. A beautiful and much coveted adventure bike.

Below pictured when dad and Erik rode up to visit me in Corvallis.

My brother decided on that 12 hours on the road that he needed something newer and sold his Shadow a few days later. Once again he opted for a cruiser and bought another girl's bike, a Harley Davidson Sporster 883, low rider. See below with my lovely sister in law:

His wife will actually ride on this one, so I suppose I shouldn't poke too much fun.

My dad and I just a few weeks ago: