My Lifelong Love for Motorcycles: More Than Just a Hobby

How My Motorcycle Obsession Got Started (and Why It Still Owns Me)

It all started with a dirt bike. Not some cinematic slow-mo moment—just a regular afternoon, me as a wide-eyed kid spotting a machine that looked like it could fly. That bike wasn’t just a bike. It was freedom, adrenaline, rebellion on two wheels. And just like that, I was hooked.

You’d think I’d end up a motocross prodigy or the next Evel Knievel, right? Nope. Life happened. School, jobs, bills... the usual plot twists. But the obsession? Oh, that never went anywhere.

No Bike? No Problem (Sort Of)

Let’s get real: passion doesn’t mean you’re out riding every single day like some action movie montage. There were years—yes, years—when I didn’t even own a bike. Tragic, I know. But motorcycles still had me in a chokehold. I’d nerd out at moto expos, sniff out underground bike shops in random cities like a truffle pig with a leather jacket, and get heart palpitations every time a Ducati purred past me on the street.

And yes, I’ve literally stopped mid-conversation in Tokyo because a vintage Triumph rumbled by. Priorities.

Gear Head, Literally

Let’s talk motorcycle gear—because it’s not just about the ride. It’s about the look. The vibe. I’ve got more moto hats than I do actual tools, and don’t even get me started on jackets. One of them still smells like espresso and burnt rubber from a garage café in Berlin. Every patch on it? A chapter in my two-wheeled love story. I don’t collect bikes (yet), but I collect the lifestyle like my sanity depends on it.

Italy, Bikes, and the Art of Losing Your Mind

True story: I once flew to Italy just to see a bike reveal. No, it wasn’t a business trip. Yes, my friends thought I was insane. Worth it? 1000%. The machine looked like it came out of a sci-fi fever dream and the entire expo smelled like motor oil and espresso—basically my idea of heaven.

More than the bike, though, was the energy. The crowd, the shared obsession, the “holy crap did you see that suspension?” whispers. It reminded me why I fell for this world in the first place. Passion isn’t just about what you love—it’s about who you become when you're around people who get it.

It’s Not Always About Riding (But It Kind of Is)

Look, I’m not going to pretend I’m hitting the open road every weekend or living some kind of motorcycle influencer fantasy. Some days it’s a Reddit thread. Some days it’s ogling a custom build on Instagram. And some days, yeah, it’s just me, a cup of coffee, and a vivid daydream about riding through the Alps.

What I’ve learned? Passion doesn’t have to be full-throttle all the time. It can idle, cruise, or take a pit stop. But if it’s real, it always comes back.

So if you’ve got that same itch—whether it’s motorcycles, muscle cars, or macramé owls—don’t box it in. Let it shape-shift. Let it surprise you. And definitely, let it take you places (preferably at speed limit levels with the wind trying to steal your helmet).