For a 10 year old girl, that's a very good start. I had essentially been forbidden to SAY "motorcycle" when I was a kid. I was hitch hiking back from the beach one day and got picked up by a guy on a brand new '63 Harley. I was hooked. When I came home with the '49, my parents walked out to the driveway. My mom stopped maybe 10 yards away, but dad walked around it, looking it over very carefully, then threw his leg over it and fired it up on the first kick. He turned it around and was GONE. When I say gone, I mean he took off like a bat out of hell. After waiting a half hour, I went inside to eat. I waited and waited, figuring dad was trying to sell it or find a place to hide it. After 2 hours, he and my Harley pulled in the drive and he walked inside. All he said was "Nice" and sat down to watch TV. It was his older brother that told me dad actually raced hill climb for Harley Davidson before WW II and that HIS father rode motorcycles. My 3 kids all ride and own 5 between them. That makes 8 Harley Davidsons in the family. 4 sportsters (me, my wife, my oldest son and my daughter) 2 FatBoys (my 2 sons) a Dyna WideGlide. (oldest boy) and My RoadKing. 4 generations! My grandson is coming for a visit soon ???? He did ride with me a lot when he was little. He was like the coolest kid in his class when Poppa Ernie picked him up on the Harley!