Dream.

We work hard, day in and day out, so that someday we won't have to anymore. Dreams are but the blurred droplets of hope and aspirations for the future. On October 26, 2013 my dream came true as I broke my Honda streak and bought my dream bike that brought me into motorcycles those many years ago.

5 years ago, I was 17 years old, enrolled at a local community college, had little to no money, spent my weekends working to make ends meets, and above all I had no experience on two wheels. In short, I did what I could at the time, took up a few odd jobs, and rather than wait for the years to roll on by I saved up what I could and rode what I could. As the years went by I soon I found myself in a good place, at 22 years old I had paid off my student loans to the university, had a rainy days fund set up and was ready to take on the world as graduation day approached.

It was a pretty wild trip, and to this day I still have several of my motorcycles I started on, each one with a memory and period of time I went through. In essence I wanted to come back to the world of blogging to share my days as a motorcyclists.

-Mr. Ducati