Greetings from Mid-Michigan
Well, here's my intro. Fair warning, I tend to ramble sometimes...
My name is Don, but have had the nickname 'Shaman' for over a couple decades now. I grew up in a small town in the Thumb of Michigan, and except for a few small stints have always lived in this state. Currently I live in Midland, which is about 1/2 a mile from the northern wilderness. I'm 41 and just recently started getting those white hairs in me beard.
I've supported myself as a bouncer, bartender, retail manager, tech support, artist, had an abbreviated Navy career, and currently a plain ol' blue collar working man. I've been a cage fighter, into fight choreography, and been an entertainer and artisan/vendor at renaissance faires and many different scifi/geek conventions.
I love to read. I'm always trying to learn something new. Some of my personal heroes are authors and I've even got to meet a few of them. Someday I'll make it to England to visit the shrine of my all time favorite that I wish I could have met.
I've done volunteer work and fostered for rescue animals. I got to help clean up a puppy mill once...closest I ever came to really wanting to murder someone. I love all critters, and currently keep a few reptiles and spoil the hell outta my dog.
I played the junkie role for a few years, and then got clean of it. I tell stories sometimes to kids and teens about those years.
I've had it all and lost it all a couple times. Doing pretty OK now, and think I know how to stay pretty OK. Wish me luck. I got me a good woman that's stuck around for a long time through a lot of rough water and been nothing but supportive, and a dog that's just damned glad to see me all the time, so I've got the important things.
For the motorcycle part...
As a kid I once mated a lawn mower with a Huffy. Big fun, and a bigger ass whipping when dad got home. Saw the movie 'Knightriders' as a kid and loved the renfaire part as much as the motorcycle part. Parents were dead set against anything except a pedal bike. Cut to early 20's.
DJ at the club I was bouncing at gave me my first bike and taught me to ride. Kawasaki 650 FrankenRatBike. Rode it for years. He's gone now...truck cut a left turn and hit him head on. He lived through that but suffered complications for years until he finally lost the fight. Other guy we always rode with moved away.
Life, drama, yadda yadda, ended up without a bike for years too long.
About 4 years ago I finally got a good job. After paying off tons of old debt, clearing my name of lotsa stuff, getting a house of my own finally, 2 years ago I bought an old Kawasaki Vulcan 750 to get back into riding. Sometime in April I bought my very first brand new, 0 miles, vehicle. A pretty red Vulcan 900 Classic.