Motorcycles have changed my family's lives...
The first one....when I was in my early teens, my cousin Becky, who was ten, was hit by a motorcycle. She had been to a store and decided to cross the busy highway instead of going under the bridge where she would have avoided the traffic. She was on the crest of a hill and the bike never saw her. She never had a chance. In a moment of time she turned from a vibrant child into a brain damaged girl who was confined to a wheel chair. My aunt and uncle could have been defeated by this accident but they turned a tragedy into a victory. I watched them face the challenges of taking care of a young girl who was physically and mentally disabled. There weren't a lot of choices available at that time for disabled children and young adults. Instead of giving up they and other like mnded parents formed a new type of group home for the care of the disabled. It was called Homeward Bound and it has made a difference in a multitude of lives. My aunt and uncle became very active in the rights of th...