Motorcycle Training Institute Inc.
I was introduced to riding by my older brother at the age of 5. Born and raised in Bronx, NY I spent my summers upstate in Ellenville, NY. Before I was able to ride on my own I would sit on the gas tank of my brothers dirt bike and hold on to the center of the handlebars as he rode down back roads and trails. It was a blast and I never wanted to get off the thing...always wanting to take rides with my brother. When I was 6 he finally taught me to ride on my own, and I would ride all day only returning to the house to fuel up. It gave me the freedom to explore the wilderness and a sense of independence.
My brother later gave me that 1973 Yamaha YZ80 when he upgraded to a bigger bike. I had my first crash on that bike....going too fast over some uneven terrain. When I was a kid I didn't think much about safety....I just wanted to go fast and take chances. I loved the smell of gasoline and two stroke exhaust. I would cut through the woods so my father wouldn't catch me riding my dirt bike on the street. The fun and speed of a riding was overwhelming and addictive. Only by the grace of God was I able to live through my stupidity and carelessness.
I don't think I really became a motorcyclist until I became a coach. It didn't happen right away and I have learned many lessons the hard way. Being a coach has opened my eyes to different learning experiences and improved my riding as well. I enjoy teaching and sharing my passion with others. I've learned to be humble over the years and realize that I can always take my riding to the next level. The more I improve my skills the safer I feel out on the road. I plan to be riding well into my golden years.