My mother didn't speak to me for 6 weeks when I got my first bike. Kind of a bonus but would have made Christmas awkward, so she deigned to speak to me but not actually converse!!
When I crashed the first Blackbird I didn't tell her cos I didn't want the hassle - only she went to my place for something (I'd given her a key cos she was visiting her mother in the same town on a regular basis). Instead of calling me when she saw the crashed bike on the drive, she bloody phoned my BDad who was on a business trip in the States, so nowhere near the same time!! Never did find out why she didn't try and phone me first!!

(Drama I guess)
All hell broke loose for a while. But as BDad had bought that bike, he couldn't give me too much shit, and I was fine!
But my mother and my sister have had regular digs since! Mum's phrase was always "if you do a parachute jump you'll break your back and if you get a motorbike you'll die!" - she was half right

(Mind you, TBF, the first time I broke my back was horse riding at 10 years old - under her instruction!!)
Weirdly, she would 100% prefer me to ride horses

And my sister scuba dives!!

- at least I'm only arguing with my own brain on a bike and if I do have an issue, at least I almost certainly have oxygen!!
No way will anyone tell me to give up riding a bike whilst I still can. And if my arm does get too bad, there's companies here (as in the UK) that will help sort out left hand controls. So I have a few years yet
