My name is Elisha Chandler, and this is the story of how motorcycles found there way in to my life, and my heart. When I was 6 years old, I went with my Pops and brother to the Loretta Lynn's National Motocross Race. I'll never forget the moment when we got out of the car and we were greeted by a symphony of two stroke and four stroke engines roaring to life in the pits . There was a race about to start as we walked towards the starting line. The riders were there, all lined up, revving their engines. My nose savored this new smell of two stroke smoke and my heart started pounding, and then skipped a beat when the gate dropped. As the riders ripped off the line and around the first turn, I knew then and there that I had to get a motorcycle at all cost!
The whole drive home I pleaded with my dad to let me have one. Of course he said "no." The only way I'd get one is if I payed for it myself. I guess he thought that would discourage my 6 year old enthusiasm. It didn't. It took me a while but, I worked my ass off and about two years later I had $300 saved up. I went to dad and said "ok let's go get a dirt bike I have money." Again, my dad thought there was no way I would be able to get one for $300. In a way he was right. We went to this little moto shop that was located in North Nashville, when we walked in the shop I went up to the guy at the counter and asked what I could get for 300 bucks, he kinda laughed and said "ya know, I think I might have something." he pointed at a ATC70 three wheeler that was painted orange, with what looked to be house paint. So, we made a deal, we loaded the thing up in the truck and headed home.
The first lap around the house was the most amazing thing ever! It only had second gear and the exhaust fell off. But I didn't care, I rode the hell outta that thing and loved every second! As I grew older, I saved more money and bought and sold and traded my way up to a real dirt bike. I started to ride freestyle motocross, much to the distress of my mother. Once I was old enough to ride on the street, I bought a CB125 and was then hooked on the thrill of carving up the backroads of TN. To me it was the perfect escape. I didn't have to talk to anyone or prove anything. It was just me, the road, and my bike. It was magical!
I am currently riding an 1989 Harley FXR, which I love! Every time I'm on a motorcycle it's like the first time, no matter if it's a Harley or Honda, as long as it's got to wheels and an engine then I'm the happiest man alive!