I was about 6 weeks short of my 46th birthday, and it still scared the crap out of me to tell my mom. My family was in the insurance business and the idea of one of us riding a motorcycle was totally out of the question. However the conversation didn’t go too badly once she realized that it was in my possession. Still when I speak a little about riding to her she always tells me that she trusts me to ride safely, she just doesn’t trust all of the idiots out on the road. I let her know that’s a valid concern but that part of learning to ride safely is to realize that there are idiots on the road and to try to anticipate their idiocy.