People often ask me why I’m so hooked on motorcycles, and ho..

People often ask me why I’m so hooked on motorcycles, and honestly, the passion goes way back. It all started when I was around 15 — I remember my grandpa had this really old bike, I think it was a Jawa or something like that. It wasn’t much to look at, and it barely worked, but to me, it was magic. I would watch him tinker with it all the time, and even though he didn’t take it out often, whenever he did, I felt like he was riding into another world. I wanted that feeling.

By the time I was 16, I was dying to get a moped to zip around the city. That was my absolute dream! But, of course, my parents shut that down fast — they were terrified I’d get hurt, and obviously, I wasn’t even old enough. I remember thinking, Alright, one day, this will happen.

My first real experience on a bike came a few years later when I was working in Greece. I had a local friend who owned this amazing motorcycle, and motorcycles and mopeds are everywhere there. One day, he took me for a ride, and something just clicked. I was like, Wow, THIS is what I’ve been missing. That feeling of speed, the rush of air, the control you have over the bike — it was everything I’d dreamed of.

Later, I traveled through Asia and spent a couple of months moving between Thailand and Malaysia, where I rode as a passenger on mopeds most of the time. I loved it, but I still hadn’t worked up the courage to drive one myself. The coordination part was intimidating, and I was so nervous about crashing an expensive rental that I kept putting it off. But after that trip, I knew I had to face my fear and learn how to ride for real.

So, as soon as I got back, I signed up for motorcycle lessons. I’ll never forget the instructor’s reaction. He looked at me and asked, “Do you know what a motorcycle actually is? It’s a bicycle… plus a manual gearbox.” I just looked at him like, Nope, never done either of those! But he didn’t give up, and three months later, I had my license.

Fast-forward a year, and I’d saved enough for my first bike — a Kawasaki Ninja 250. It’s a small, sporty bike, but it’s hot. I love the feel of a sports bike, even if they’re not the most comfortable for long rides. After a couple of hours, my back is screaming, but it’s all worth it for that speed, that intensity. Sports bikes have this look and energy that’s just… sexy. There’s something thrilling about the low, aggressive posture, the way the bike seems to breathe beneath you, how every shift and movement feels like a conversation between you and the machine.

One of my favorite memories is when a friend and I rode out of the city just as the sun was setting. We were out on this quiet country road, winding through little villages, passing fields with old tractors, with trees all around us and this glowing orange sky ahead. I was doing about 100, maybe 120 km/h, and it felt like flying. There was no one else on the road, just us, the open air, and the sound of the engine. In moments like that, you’re not just riding — you’re part of the world around you, connected to the road, to the air, to the earth. There’s nothing like it.

Motorcycles give me a kind of freedom and rush that I’ve never found anywhere else. It’s a massive dose of adrenaline, but it’s more than that. There’s something incredibly powerful about knowing you’re in control, that every little movement matters, and that you’re pushing yourself right to the edge of what you can handle. It’s like meditation in motion.

And, let’s be honest — it just looks damn good. There’s a confidence that comes with being on a bike, and, yeah, girls on bikes look fierce. And don’t get me started on guys in full gear — it’s incredibly hot. I guess it’s that whole combination: the adrenaline, the power, the style, the freedom.

Motorcycles aren’t just a hobby for me. They’re my passion, my escape, my challenge, my love.