With the motorcycle comes the lifestyle, and with the lifestyle come the trouble. It is so stereotypical, but bikers tend to get in trouble a lot. For my family, it started out with the occasional speeding ticket. Then came the verbal skirmishes and fist fights at the biker bars. I didn't think much about my brother fighting, but when I heard that my Dad punched a guy in the bar, I was shocked. That's just not like him! Our alcohol consumption increased ten-fold and it seemed like we were always partying. That was hard because I was the only one that would stay sober to drive my car. When my Mom, Dad, and brother would go out and drink, I'd try to get them to ride home with me in my car, but they would never agree to it because they didn't want to leave their bikes. It was infuriating, but I didn't feel like there was anything I could do. I was always afraid of the stereotypical biker rage they had adopted, so they did whatever they tought they wanted. So, I'd follow them home as they swerved their motorcycles down the road, praying the whole time that everyone would make it home safely.
