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Been there, done that. My parents hated motorcycles. Despised them. They told me they would throw me out if I ever got one. I was 17, bought my Triumph Bonneville, showed up at home and flatly told them 'You can throw me out now" and walked away. I was a man, and if they wanted to throw me out, I was ready. They never did. My mother still gives me nothing but grief about riding. She is 93. Just rode to go see her 2 weeks ago and had to hear about how I was crazy for riding 'that thing'. I have been riding for 51 years now. Thank God I stuck to my guns. My advice: Keep the bike Kid! You make your decisions, and let them make theirs.
My dad did too. Back when I was about 15, two other village idiots and I built a two wheeled rolling death trap on a bicycle frame, using a Whizzer rear rim for the 3 hp Brigs & Stratton power plant belt with a string throttle cable to the handlebar. It had a leaking Whizzer fuel tank. Man was it fun though for awhile, until our father's collectively seized and destroyed it before one of us was maimed. I joined the Navy when I was 18 and bought a used Yamaha 250 YDS-1 two days after getting out of boot camp. I rode it 500 miles to home in one day, getting in late at night. I pulled up on the front porch and heard my mom through the window telling my dad to get the gun, I guess to shoot the dirty biker who she thought was about to break into the house. "Don't shoot Dad, it's me" I yelled.
I sure wish that young man could convince his parents to relent so he could keep the bike.