Honestly? I never thought I could operate a motorcycle...I used to ride on the back of my Dad's old motorcycle in Denver; I was 5 or 6 years old. It's only a faint memory, but I do recall the heavy helmet on my head, holding on to him for dear life, having my heart pound out of my chest in utter fear, yet complete excitement...
My grandfather rode some too, and I remember trips out with him in my early teens...got to feel those butterflies all over again...
Over the years, my husband and I pushed for my father to buy a motorcycle because he missed riding. My husband finally started talking about us getting a motorcycle (and I'd ride on the back, maybe eventually learn to ride on my own)...the entire time we talked about and looked at Harleys, I kept thinking 2 things: I will never learn how to operate one, and if my husband's getting a motorcycle, I am too! I know, complete contradiction
So, for me, it was overcoming my fears of thinking I just couldn't ride alone that pushed me to learn in the safest way I could, and wanting to feel that rush that I still remember as a little girl on the back of Daddy's motorcycle!
I wish I had pics of Dad and I on that bike in Denver, but I don't...