I think I was like 7 or 8, staying with the grandparents and my aunt was home from college and her boyfriend was over. He asks me if I have ever ridden a motorcycle, and I think I said yes, on the back. He leaves and comes back and has this little Honda 50 ( the ones with the aluminum rims) and says here ya go..
I ride it around the yard and end up in my grandpa's garage.
So I guess the first time I ever rode I crashed.
Later my mom gets married and takes me out to live on a farm, and I get to have (bought by me) a three wheeler, a Honda 200s.
Which promptly got beaten to a bloody pulp. Just like everyother one I have ever seen. I later get a Yamaha Banshee,
Move here with girl I plan to marry, break up with girl I planned to marry, spend my time trying to figure out how to get my banshee into the city, , , ,. Pick up an issue of Cycle World, has a long term review of a blue Yamaha FZ1. Bought my own blue FZ1 I think a month later..
. Oh yeah, had a Hardley at the time, I still don't know why