Thirty years ago today, my roommate at UCSB, Wendel Jones jumped on his GSX-R 1100 and rode over to a small industrial park outside of Isla Vista and took this shot. Back then, there wasn’t a helmet law and people didn’t lose their minds if you rode in shorts. A few months later, my FZR 1000 wound up underneath a police car following a high-speed collision. Took the insurance money from my totaled FZR 1000 and bought my first race bike, a 1989 FZR 600. Riding motorcycles has always been my favorite thing in the world. As a kid, I learned how to ride by borrowing my father’s (without his knowledge) 1960 BMW and taught myself. Had a car wash at 13 and bought a well-used 1979 Yamaha Enduro 125 from a Northwester University student. Today, I’m still able to do what I love: ride motorcycles and pop wheelies. The only difference, now I get paid to follow my passion and police close roads I’m wheeling on instead of chasing me. Decide what you love to do, and figure out a way to get paid doing it. It’s the best thing in the world!