When I asked how my father and mother met, they said in the woods. I was very surprised, because I never knew anyone who met in the woods. When my mother was still young, she attended a party. It was held at a pond, and my mother always went home through the woods with her friends, and that\’s where my then future father went. He was on a motorcycle and his mirror was broken, so he preferred to take the forest road instead of the main road. My mother and her friends were drunk and laughed at my father. Eventually word got around and my father arranged a date with my mother for the next day.

And it was over. My father was a mechanic when he was younger, so of course he fixed cars and motorcycles. My mother told me that my father loved motorcycles, and of course my mother loved motorcycles, so my father inspired my mother to ride one too. It\’s cool. I like it. I don\’t know about you, but I don\’t think I would learn anything I didn\’t want to do for a boyfriend or partner. Only my mom said that she was scared at first, but when she saw young girls riding bikes, she decided to give it a try herself.

Then she tried it for about the second time, liked it, and said she would get a motorcycle license herself. I really admire my mother for that. Anyway, my mother then told me that when she got pregnant with me when she was 25 years old, she was so scared that she never rode a motorcycle after that. I think it is perfectly logical and responsible for a pregnant woman not to ride a motorcycle, even if she is a passenger. My mother said the same thing. Not only when she was pregnant, but also when she was pregnant with her second child. My mother said she would never ride again.