To motorcycles I am not indifferent from the age of twelve: first scooter, then racing motorcycles. I like the speed, the adrenaline, the opportunity to escape from the problems. In this sport it is important to be afraid of the bike. Once get used to it, begins to risk his life. Mom always cries when I leave home on a motorcycle. Frankly, I’m even near his house not put. Know mom the iron horse in exactly the axe will break. In the settlements of the drive are not at risk. Only on the open road can exceed the speed or ride on one wheel.