I'll preface this by saying that my mom is a nurse(ret). She has always, and will always, HATE motorcycles(murdercycles to her) She spent my youth telling me how evil they were. So as a kid, when mom said something was bad for me, I had to try it. I smoke, and I ride motorcycles. Oops, sorry mom.
Anyway, when I was a teen, I hid my bike from my family. Stored it at a friends house. Family had NO idea I rode. Well, some of you know I had a bad off about 12 years ago, and quit riding for 10 years. Once back on, at 31 years old, I decided to tell my mom I bought a bike. She didn't really want to hear it, but has since come to accept it.
Anyway, she's still never seen it, and out of respect for her, I always drive to Chilliwack when I visit. She moved this weekend, and roped me into helping. So I turned it into a ride as well as moving day.
Strangest bloody thing happened when she saw my bike. She said "that's pretty nice, just be sure to ride safe."
I'm 33 years old, so I'm not looking for moms acceptance of what I do in life now, but it is nice to have it, regardless.
That's all, just thought I'd share.