I don't like motorcycles, and I realized why fairly recently.

The guy next door was a sad a lonely man, and his house was always dark and depressing. His son and his girlfriend were riding a motorcycle and hit a semi, which ripped their heads from their bodies.

When I was four, daddy used to take me out on his motorbike. The last time mommy let him take me I had fallen off and it was owwie. ;_;

My dad's motorbike later got stolen and daddy was mad.

Bad memories! :weep: