I remember my brother bringing home my little helmet and talking my mom into letting me ride with him, he had an old Harley with a hack, pretty much the COOLEST form of transportation when your like 4 years old!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well Hell, any age!
My first ride was, when I was about 8-9 years old.
my uncle had just bought a used bike and came by to show my dad, I begged my uncle to give me a ride, he did, I knew in my bones I would own and ride myself, i did and love it.
thanks uncle Lester.
Some may or may not consider a mini-bike (5hp) a bike, but it led me to where I am today. My brother (three years older) had gotten a mini-bike for Christmas when I was 6. I wanted to ride that thing so bad. Finally my mother told him to let me ride it. Being the smarty-pants that is was and still is, he agreed with my mom and also disconnected the brakes. I sailed across our yard and right into the fence. It was a short, painful ride, but the ride lasted long enough for me to know I would always enjoy sailing through life with the wind in my face combined with helmet head. I can't imagine not loving that feeling!
My first ride to was to work and being a women on the road alone can be slightly intimadating. The ride to work was awesome I felt so free, but the ride home, well here we go. I came up to this light that was on a fairly steep incline, the whole time I'm saying please stay green, please, please...LOL. No, such luck for me red and I'm first. So the light changes I tell myself I can do this I go and stall, start the bike stall again, and again until now the light is turning yellow and no one has gone because I'm first, so I roll on the throtle pop the clutch pull over to look at the bike and realized I was still in 3rd gear. HA! HA!
when i was 11 years old i used to ride with my dad , and then one day he taught me how to ride . well through alot of trial and error i learned how to ride that british made chopper. then one day my dad wanted to go to philly and told me to get things ready for the ride. i thought id be the passenger. but he told me that i was going to be the operator. scared and excited i did the whole trip. we had a great day together and now that my dad is dead i often think about that day and next year i plan on getting legal and im going to buy myself that can am spider and go to sturgis by my self . so any one who sees me there say hi and i might spring for a beer. god bless and may all your rides be good ones.