I didn’t grow up around motorcycles. I wasn’t the kid dreaming about chrome and loud pipes. Honestly, I didn’t even see this life coming. But once I got a taste of the throttle, it was a wrap.

My first bike was a Kawasaki Vulcan S 650. 

Lightweight. Sporty. Just enough power to get me into trouble but not enough to keep me there. I remember being nervous as hell—sitting in a parking lot like, “Okay… so how do I NOT crash this thing?” But once I got moving, it clicked. The freedom, the control, the wind—I understood why people fall in love with this.

Three months later, I was already itching for more.

So I upgraded to the Vulcan 900 Classic. Bigger. Louder. A little more attitude. That’s where I really started learning how to ride. Not just cruise around the block, but ride with confidence. I was out early mornings, parking lot drills, pushing myself little by little. I dropped it a couple times, learned how to pick it up by myself, and kept it moving.

Then came the Vulcan Vaquero—my first bagger. And whew, that bike was a game changer. I felt grown. Like, real grown. Heavy bike, long rides, learning how to ride with music blasting and the wind trying to fight back. That’s when I started doing longer trips, linking up with other riders, pulling up to events solo. I was really in it by then.

Eventually though… I started looking at Harleys. 👀

And that’s how I ended up with my current bike—a Harley-Davidson Road Glide. I named him Don Lino. He’s got presence, power, and boss energy all day. It took me a minute to adjust to the weight and feel, but once I did? Man, listen. That bike feels like home now. We’ve done real miles together. Hundreds in a day, no problem. This is the bike that pushed me to dream bigger—cross-country rides, giving back, connecting with other riders on and off screen.

So yeah, it started with a Vulcan S. But now? I’m a long-distance rider with big plans, a whole tribe, and stories for days.

And I’m just getting started.