Hey all. First off let me say that I wasn't sure if this thread belonged here or in off topic, but here goes. This is really hard for me to write, and really embarrassing for me to talk to about, but I need some sort of help. Early monday, I woke up, caught a train to Sydney, bought a motorbike and brought her home. Thats where the fun ends though. To say my parents weren't impressed is an enormous understatement. They never ever ever wanted me to ride a bike on the road, and when I arrived home they were so angry, disappointed and sad, all at the same time. Angry that I would go against their wishes and buy one, disappointed that I was willing to take such a risk in riding one on the road, and sad at the fact that I may die whilst riding it. They kept me home from yesterday, and made an appointment to see a psychiatrist. Im not sure, but I think they were just seeking a definitive answer to why I was acting the way I was, like that I was clinically depressed or something, but, surprise surprise, like the 4 doctors before have already told them, I wasn't, and it was just a total waste of time, and money. Now this morning when I went to ride to school, I started backing my bike out of the garage, and started her up. They came out, held the back of the bike, and dad ripped the keys out while I was trying to push my way past. Now they are hidden, and I don't think they ever intend to give them back. The main problem is that they think bikes are ridiculously dangerous, which, of course, in terms of statistics they are. Now I understand this, and that riding my bike is putting my life at considerably more danger than just driving a car, but it is a risk I am personally willing to take. But they don't see it like this, they think that if I ride on the road, I am guaranteed to end up a cripple or dead, and am just stupidly throwing my life away. Now I get that they just want to see me live, and that the only reason they care about it so much is that they love me to much to see me go. It is really terrible to see them this upset, and I really wish they weren't, but I do not want to get rid of the bike, it means too much to me. Its mine, my first vehicle, and my independence. Well, it would be if I had the keys. There is of course more to this than I care to write, or anyone cares to read, but what I'm trying to get at is I don't know what to do anymore. I don't want them to be upset, but I'm not selling the bike. I think they need to see that there is a safe side to riding, but I can't manage to let them see that. Moving out is currently looking like one of my only options. So what I'm asking is has anyone been through a similar situation with their parents/relatives? And if so how did you overcome it? Or just if anyone has any ideas for help they can provide, please let me know. From a rider in need.