A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.
We’ve all been told or experienced ourselves just how dangeous it is to ride a motorcycle. If you were in a major accident, would you ride again? What if you couldn’t use your legs?
At 15 years old, Darius Glover heard the doctors tell him, “you’ll never walk again and you’ll never ride again.” Regardless of losing the use of his legs from a motorcycle accident, he rides motocross again. He looked at that doctor and said, “you’re wrong.” If that doc doubted him, wow how wrong he was.

Darius went on to qualify for Loretta Lynn’s Amateur Motocross Championships in Florida- he traveled hundreds of miles and was turned down because of his “disability”.
Awww! Look at those “mean biker types” bein’ all lovey. Warms my little heart.
I’m serious though, I really adore this photo. What does it mean to be a motorcyclist? It means you’ve always got people looking out for you… and so much more.
The association of motorcycles with LSD is no accident of publicity. They are both a means to an end, to the place of definitions.
The most amazing message I have ever received… wow. I got goosebumps.
Thank you for sharing your story, anonymous. Can any of you say “motorcycles saved my life” too?
There was a time in my life when I didn’t think I’d ever fit in or love anything. I decided to kill myself. But while deciding how to, I walked past a motorcycle training centre. I’d always liked the look of motorcycles but never thought I’d be able to afford to ride them. The guy took me in and talked to me, gave me my first lesson for free. He saved my life. I live, because I know tomorrow, I’ll ride.
Bikes Saved my Life by Kym Liebig. His story of trial, tribulation, and triumph when a blood vessel explodes in his brain. He attributes his recovery to motorcycles.
Anyone else have a story of how motorcycles helped them improve or recover in some way? Share in the comments.
Anything is possible- it’s a frickin’ motorcycle!
A wonderful video about two older gentlemen who won’t stop riding until they’re dead.
Get on with ridin’ or get on with dyin’. One or the other, you know?
I love trying to figure out what is going on in old photos. And I love that many motorcycle messengers back in the day were women.