I started riding motorcycles, according to my mom, at about age 5. Most of my best childhood memories have a motorcycle in them somewhere. When it came time to purchase my High School class ring I, like everyone else, flipped through books looking at options. The moment I spotted the motorcycle was the moment I knew what I was going to have.
Now to insure that mom and dad were on board, and also because I did not see any sense in it, I eschewed the standard gold for a non-precious metal. I also went for a more “common place” stone. Mom and dad approved and now, cough cough, a few years later you get to see my class ring too.
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