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I spent my several summers during my youth with my father and grandfather. When I was about 13 my grandfather almost had a cow when he heard I didn't know how to ride yet (good ole Papaw). He had a couple of oooooold honda dirt bikes, one of which was a 100cc, that he'd had just sitting in his back yard for years. The following summer, he showed up at my father's house with the little red and silver honda loaded up in the back of his truck. He had tuned it up and had it running perfectly (Papaw was a mechanic in the U.S. Air Force for 20 years). After unloading the bike, my father stood in front of me as I sat on it for the first time and instructed me to give a little gas and let out on the clutch slooooowly. Of course I gave it too much gas and let out on the clutch not slowly enough and the bike raised it's front wheel. My father lunged toward me, grabbed the handlebars and slammed the monster back to the ground. After that, I saw how powerful a bike could be, even as small as that one was. After I got the hang of riding that machine, I looked forward to my summers with more fever than ever before. I rode that little 100 all over a north Louisiana town every chance I got. Main roads, dirt roads, it didn't matter. From that first ride, I became a motorcyclist. After a few summers spent as described above, a young man fell in love with a young woman and didn't want to leave home for those summers anymore. I went on to marry that girl and have two very intelegent and beautiful children with her before we ended our relationship with a divorce. All those years together though, I never did get a motorcycle. I did a bit of off roading on dirt bikes and quads but on nothing I owned. My kid brother did get an SV 650s and the day he got it he gave me a key because he knew of the fire which burned in me to ride. I was the guy who would buy the magazines and read them cover to cover, dreaming of the day I'd be on two wheels of my own. Three years after my divorce I came to realize my dream. I had some cash and gas prices were just reaching the $4.00 per gallon mark here in middle Tennessee. I started shoping craigslist and within a couple weeks, I found the deal I wanted. I got a '98 SUZUKI Bandit 1200 for $2500.00. I've owned the bike for almost a year now and have put about 12000 miles on it. I ride a lot. Changed the tires twice and am running through my second chain now. I'm the guy at the office that people come to see when the temp is single digits just to ask me "did you ride today?" to which, most days, I answer, "Yeah". After all it's too far to walk. :) Now, I know you can't leave an answer as long as the story I just told but, I want to know whom or what influenced you . Thanks, Brandon
My sisters boy friend turning up on his brand new triumph when i was 3, the down pipes were all the colours of the rainbow lovely & sounded great, his words to me don't touch its hot, he was right the pipes were hot bloody hot when you put your little hands on them, hospital nar it was the days of cold water & putting soap on, so you could say i was branded to be a biker (lol)
I guess I was born to it .My father brought me home from the hospital on a 1923 Henderson with a wicker side car.My uncle rode a 53 Triumph Speed twin and My grandfather rode a 1937 61"Knuckle Head.I got my first bike in 1962 it was a Lil' Indian minibike from Sears and have been riding ever since.I currently ride a Ducati Paso and race a 850 Suzuki drag bike.
It is not washington to be obsessed with anything. I have been riding and racing since 1973. I raced professionally until an accident took me out of my professional racing career. I still ride and I still race, just not professionally anymore. I love to ride and my entire family rides. You have to have other interests in life, a second love. I have been a police officer since 1987 and am a team leader of our tactical team. I love to ride, but hunting humans is just a big of a rush as clearing a triple jump. If you love riding, great. If you love racing, great. If the only conversation you can strike up with someone is about motorcycles and racing, you have a problem. Your myopic vision is going to turn you into an outcast. Even when I was racing professionally, I could still talk to people about other things besides racing. Most people have no clue of what it takes to make it as a professional athlete, so talking to them about it would be useless. I don't understand how you "risk your life and your bike". Racing is dangerous, but if you are not in control of yourself or your bike, you are not a racer - if you are just pegging the throttle and hanging on. That's not racing. Sorry about your dad and sorry about your accident. Reality is a *****. My dad has passed and an accident ended my professional racing career. It was hard for me to transition, but I made friends while racing and was able to get a job wrenching at a Honda/Yamaha dealership. It was not easy to stop racing professionally. It was difficult even being around bikes, but everything happens for a reason. Remember that, when one door closes another one opens. If you have lost full use of your arms and hands, your racing career is going to be placed on hold until it comes back. If the use in your limbs doesn't come back, you should figure out what your back up plan is to make a living. Riders and racers have desire to ride inside them. Even if they aren't the top professionals in the sport, but just guys that go cow trailing on the weekends. It is kinda of like the Marines and the people who drive Jeeps - It's a Marine thing or It's a Jeep thing - if you aren't a Marine or you don't own a Jeep, then you just won't get it. Good luck, hope you have a fast and full recovery. I also hope your transition is easier than mine was.
Uncle & Dad. Started riding a 5 HP centrifugal clutch mini bike across open fields at 8 & have been riding anything with 2 wheels ever since. I guess I've gotten old, so now I flip flop between a Goldwing & an Ultra Classic. Now it's all about comfort, gadgets & long trips.
My Uncle and Dad had a little bike shop back about 400 yrs ago. The bikes then were HD, Indian, Excelsior, Henderson, etc. They made their own hill climbing bikes. One time they took a HD cam and welded on the lobes then ground them into a performance cam. The Ol' Man told me it worked so well it blew the head and gas tank right off the bike almost killing my uncle. My uncle was all p***** off because it didn't wait till he got to the top of the hill to blow up. My Mom didn't really want me fooling with them stupid bikes. After 7 broken legs, 284 stitches, Somewhere around 6lbs of ground off dermise and epidermise, maybe she was right. Oh well.
Mine was out of necessity last summer. 4.3 liter engine on an 89 Chevy blazer. Transmission broke, and the $280 a month was killing me in gas. I bought a 150 CC scooter, quickly outgrew it and have been looking for a 750 Honda ever since. Tax return season is coming so I would expect that that situation will change shortly.
Yes I do and it's real simple, I was born and raise in Milwaukee, so I've been around Harley Davidson's all my life. I have a number of family members who worked for the MoCo at various times in their lives. I love the outdoors and especially outdoors during the spring, summer and autumn so anything I can do to be more in tune with nature I have a passion for. Riding a Motorcycle is one of those things.
I grew up with a neighbor that owned about 26 motorcycles at a time. Most of the neighborhood kids, me included, hung out at his shop in our spare time and on weekends. He was great to teach us how to work on the bikes, let us test ride the ones repaired for his customers. His son and a guy across the street from him, both are still my friends for over 40 years, became pro racers. One in Motocross, the other in Flat track racing. Tony Faircloth in the Motocross circuit has his sons riding as early as 3 years old. Father and both sons all race professionally together to this day. Ed Voyles retired from Flat Track racing due to health, but still works on motorcycles in his spare time as a hobby. Tony and his boys will on occasion race flat track in the vintage Triumph class. 140mph on dirt, no brakes, and a steel bottomed left boot. I have friends that love to race the Jap Rice Rockets. Anyone growing up with this crowd can tell you about the injuries and death of friends over the years, but we stay a tight knit family. Like you, I'm also happily divorced and prefer the motorcycle over some "******" telling me how to drive and taking half my money. Now I use my money for Motorcycles.
That's a really heart warming story.me personally,i'm the only one in my family with a passion for iron horses,why?,the reason is lost in the mists of time,but my mum used to say that i used to bounce up and down,watching the motor cross,on the T.V.in the mid to late sixties,when i was tiny.in the U.K. at 16,having a sports moped was the thing to do,and a great many of us did,50cc and up to 60mph,for that one year,it was a level playing field,many adventures were had,and the freedom of the open road. after than some went on to cars,but many went on to 250ccs motorcycles,rd250s,cb250s,kh250s,gt250s,... ts250s,dt250s,xl250s,i eventually settled on yamaha vmaxs,although due to a horrific car crash two years ago,not of my doing,i'm unable to ride,which i find very frustrating,well you would,wouldn't you?.iv'e had three of them,currently have a 1990,U.S.145B.H.P.full power model,and i restore the sports mopeds from my youth,which are gaining popularity here,with the 40 somethings that used to own them,back in the day.the scene is much bigger in europe though.
Well my best friend got me interested in motorcross when he and i were 13 and it was one of the few things he could do because he had cancer so me and him would go riding. He passed on almost a year ago and i've always loved everything about them. Aswell as all the memories they give me.
Sure as hell wasn't my family. I was born with the itch, Evel Knievel and The Road Warrior did the rest. I have been riding (and jumping trash cans) since I was 12. Yes, a Hog will do wheelies quite nicely.