Guess I’ll have to chime in on this thread as well. I’m a sucker for momo threads!
I started riding when I was still in the womb. My dad would take my mom out in the Texas evenings to cool off when she was pregnant. Did it with all four of us. 
I started riding by myself when I was 16. My ex was an avid rider (and evader of the law, but that’s another thread), and taught me on his Honda XL600R. Yes, huge bike, and he had to hold it for me before I took off in first gear because I couldn’t touch the ground on it. I knew that neutral was between first and second, but no one ever told me the mechanics of it, so I kept shifting into 3rd on my maiden voyage. I’m afraid I bogged the crap out of that engine.
I then got my own dirt bike, but don’t remember exactly what it was other than a Suzuki, with the ugliest rust you’ve ever seen. Needless to say, this didn’t appeal to me much, so gave up on riding on my own for a while.
Fast forward to 1999. I had been trying for 4 and a half years to talk my hubby into getting a bike. I wanted a street bike, but he said, “No way. Too dangerous.” But, after much whining and showing stats and persuasive arguments (let’s get dirt bikes and keep them for riding in the hills! Anything!! please?), he finally relented and we got ourselves a set of brand spanking new KLR650s. Of course, then he complained that I was going to put us in the poor house having to replace all the bits I kept breaking every time I fell over when I couldn’t reach the ground. Longer dog bones, a Corbin seat and shorter kick stand fixed all that though.
I liked my KLR a lot, it was my first street bike, and we rode them constantly. Then I saw an add in a Cycle World or some other rag on the Suzuki SV650, it was love at first sight! Alas, it was on the Canadian/European version, with the upper fairing. It was only being sold here naked. POUT Then, as I was researching and making arrangements to have the faired version imported from Canada, hubby hands me the article which announced they were bringing them here! Glee!
So from then on, I was the proud owner of a shiny, new 2001 SV650S in Anteres Red. She was my baby, my first true love. I felt badly about my KLR sitting in the corner of the garage, all lonely, so I sold it to a dear friend of mine who owns her to this day. And I rode, and rode, and rode, and rode my SV!
In the meantime, we also acquired a pair of XRs for playing off street, and a couple of DLs for long distance riding after hubby’s accident that totalled his Bandit. (Yes, we’re Suzuki’s bitches, why do you ask?) We also ended up selling the XRs as they were sitting unused while my hubby recovered and started walking again.
Then, nightmare of nightmares happened on June 11, 2006. I was run off the road on a beautiful Sunday afternoon as I made my way home from work. I ended up going down an embankment, and when I came up the other side I hit the pavement at an angle, highsided, and my baby went tumbling into a ravine on the far side of the road from where I rolled to a stop. I managed to escape with some road rash on my knees, and a broken pinky finger. I will never forget the sound of my helmet grinding against the pavement - nasty sound, that. Wear your gear, kids! I’d be faceless or dead without mine!
I rode my DL for the rest of that season, but missed my SV dearly. I finally got my insurance settlement from the accident the next spring, and went and got myself a brand spanking new '08 SV650. She’s nice, but I don’t love her like Lil Red. No bike will ever replace her… I still have her though. Sitting in the garage. We’re going to turn her into a custom modded cafe bike when we have the time and funds. I hug her once in a while to let her know I still love her, even all battered and missing pieces.
Ok, this post is way longer than I meant for it to be! Really was just supposed to be about how much I loved my Lil Red. And just riding in general. Motorcycles are in my blood. As soon as I am no longer able to ride, I’m going off a cliff in a blaze of glory! I rode my bike up until the week before last, and will probably be trekking off this weekend to, um, top off the tank so I can put in some Stabil. Yeah, that’s it, she needs gas! I never winterize, you never know when a 70 degree day will pop up in the middle of January!
Oh yeah, and always ride like you’re invisible, you are to most cagers. My broke ass pinky that doesn’t bend all the way now is a constant reminder, and you’d be surprised at how much you really do use that little thing without realizing it. That’s my best advice to anyone who wants to start in this wonderful lifestyle.