What was your first "set" of . . .
The key word here is "set" as in 2 wheels. Let's hear your stories about your first ride(s). If you're like most of us, the stories are generally pretty funny and quite often resulted in nicked body parts and bent fenders, not to mention an occasional trip to the doctor's office.
My 1st set of wheels a 1959 Trump t-120. $ 800.00 Had a Friend ride it home for me becaurse i never rode one befor. LOL Got out in a field & work on it. the 2nd dat out on Highway riding with a friend on his Big HD. i was doing about 80 MPH when he passed me & hit my Handle bar & did i fly. lay up for 2 weeks. But i got my next bike a 1954 Hd, From then on a New 63 HD, new 66 HD 1974 HD 1976 K & a 2006 Venture. am still Riding.
I was 15 and worked in a grocery store at night to save money for a bike. The bike was a 305 Honda Dream, but the motor was from a 305 Super Hawk. But we did not know it at the time. My father and I were in the back yard trying to set the points. An elderly lady that lived next door was getting annoyed with all the noise and apparently had called the police. As we were working on the bike a motorcycle cop came rolling up the drive. After talking to us about the complaint, he asks what the trouble was. We explained that we could not get the bike to fire right and was trying to set the points. That's when we found out it was a Supper Hawk motor and there was two sets of points. One set for each cylinder and on each side of the motor. After about an hour of helping us get the bike running like a Dream, the cop rode off on his Harley Police Bike. That's when I knew what my next bike would be.
My first set of wheels was a suzuki ts 125 which I bought when I was 18 .Didn't have a lot of money at the time and the bike was 12years old. Turned out to be a good buy and stood up to many off road rides!!Sadly though was written off by a driver not looking where they were going .
A couple of broken down French mopeds.lol.
I was 13 and living in Berlin Germany.
Saw these dirt covered bikes sitting outside a G.I.'s house, went up and asked about them.. guy wanted 35 dollars for the pair of them.
I had a friend help me shoot some air in the tires and push them home.
Dad and I took one apart that night and started cleaning all the carbon deposits off the heads and valves.. what a mess!
Next day at school.. the sons of the guy who sold them to me are laughing about how their dad had ripped me off.. Seems he'd been telling the kids those bikes would never run again.
That night Dad and I got one running, a neighbor offered me $250.00 for it when he saw how it ran and looked after the cleaning up. **Grin**!
I rode it to school the next day.
Damn good feeling when I parked the bike and walked past the kids who had been ribbing me the day before about buying the "scrap" bikes.. "Hey.. When you get home tonight.. ask your dad who's laughing now."
Gave one to my dad for his help in getting them running.
In the weeks after that he took me to the Auto Hobby shop and showed me how to bore out a cylinder and increase displacement..
Little toys would do seventy five mph by the time we were done with them. **Grin**
We rode those things all over Berlin Germany.
That was 30+ years and 20+ bikes ago..
Still grin at the memories of me and the old man zipping in and out of the insane German traffic on a pair of souped up mopeds. Lol!
HA! My first bike was a Yamaha late 1970's Frankenbike. I have NO idea what size the engine was, but I seem to remember it previously belonging to a dirt-bike .
I was a teenager. What did I care! It had two wheels and moved.
It truly was a frankenbike. It even had semi-knobbies. So... I took it out on the trail. I had NO idea that riding a bike in wet red clay would be like riding through a mixture of jello and super glue!
damn my story its soo short
i got first bike without any help from my parents and they did not know i got Yamaha RD 125 and
people bring me the bike and in the moment we bring bike out of truck my parents where coming back from some fam.friends and when they soo it ...my mom fainted and dad lol just say ..damn girl u should be a boy
first ride was slow and soft no crashes ...everything grate and i learn all by my self
ooo ya it took me a 1 week to learn stopy and back riding so agin i fainted my mom lol
and first crash was 5Mont later i was going striate around 120km/h and i looked at my friend on kaw 750R just for a moment and hit the ground width no reason ... lol that was sooo comic because i fall on ground no harms 4 me but i was so afraid because i got muddy bike and i was looking like i took a muddy shower my friend did not recognize me...when i come home when my mom soo me he agin fainted lol and i was screaming from LOL
My first bike is a 2004 Suzuki gs500f. I have only been riding since August but have already put 1200 miles since! The second day I had flix I was practicing in my friend's subdivision was not sure what the friction zone was well flix jumped out from under me and I bailed fortunatly it was mostly in the grass but I broke the brake lever and scratched the exhaust and engine casing. My best friend could not stop laughing while asking me if my wounded ego was ok. I almost cried because the bike "was" immaculate with no scratches and only 5000 miles on it. And the reason the bike is named flix is because when you look at the moto from the back it looks like it has bug antennea and it is blue hence my friend said it looked like the blue ant flix from the movie "a bug's life"
Right now though the weather couldn't be any better down here in Florida. High in the low 70's and low's in the high 50's at night. And beautiful sunshine! Live to ride and ride to live even on a crotch rocket!
1967 sportster that I built. Stroked and bored. before I owned it, it was a flat track racer in sturgis. I bought it from a guy named stinky and it came in peices. 2 boxes, a five gallon bucket and a frame. It's one of those backwords foot control bikes. first time I rode it I forgot about the foot controls and went to down shift and locked up the rear tire... I about shit myself.
I built it without knowing anything about building bikes before. I could work on cars, but never bikes. I built a front brake line for it without thinking about it . I bought a car break line and bent it to fit. seemed logical at the time. I went about 4 blocks before I hit a bump and broke the breakline, that's when it hit me..that it should be able to flex. lol
It's still a work in progress I still own it, and it pulls 158mph in the 1/4 mile now.
Ah damn, wish I could say something like, it was a black steel and chrome Hog! My next life I am gonna be a bad ass male biker!
Mine was a red trike lmao, well used after four siblings, then a two wheeler, a sassy blue bike I paid for, saving birthday money from aunts an uncles and grandparents for an eternity...man those days are long gone. Sorry not a motorcycle,don't I wish, Mom and Dad were not that kool, and I do recall going down a time or two on that one.
But But, I came across this picture and saved it becsuse it was just too damn cute, biker in training..so I will post it here, enjoy. Sorry pic transfered kinda blurry, but still worth it.
I am going to be a Grandmother in October, how kewl is that and I was sure it was going to be a boy...just found out it is a girl, Shelby Ann. Well Shelby Ann already has Harley clothes her grandma bought and I guarantee she will have a little Harley waiting her inspection.
I bought a 1965 BSA in boxes...I had about 6 boxes loaded with parts. I carried the frame home and took my pick up back to load the boxes. The only part missing on the whole entire bike was a rubber grommet that went down the gas tank hole to hold it in place. Thank God for Bob's Cycle in Niagara Falls, NY. He had it on the shelf and that was all I needed to put it back together.
The best part about it was I had the bike all reassembled and ready to rock but, we rebuilt it in a spare bedroom upstairs in our apartment and couldn't get it around the corner at the bottom of the stairs. We had to take the window out upstairs to get it out. We backed a U-Haul truck up to the wall and lowered it from their. When we got it outside I realized that I had given my fuel tank to a friend for paint. I was determined to fire it then and there. We found a coffee can with the lid, put a whole in the bottom and fit a brass petcock in the bottom of the can and filled that bad boy with gas. We fired it and I rode up and down the sidewalk holding on to the makeshift fuel tank. What a crazy time that was LOL!
Rode a Yamaha Virago 750 but borrowed a friend's Harley (Softtail 1340). Rode with a friend who was ahead of me on a bridge(high peak)when my speed started diminishing rapidly....couldn't shift nor increase speed. Stalled right on the top of the bridge at peak hour... one leg up on the bike as the traffic roared ssooo close to me. Provincial police saw a blond and had to check my gs tank (loll). My friends' registration & serial numbers didn't match! After 1 hour wait, towing and close calls with large trucks and buses and some sweet blonde talking... I made it home!!! JoAnn
Been riding for a number of years, 1st wheels (other than pedal-powered) was a 1955 Harley Hummer. Dad brought it home from the junk and we resurrected it.After wearing out the Hummer, 63 Vespa, a patched togeather BSA with a protruding Fair-Banks & Morris tractor magneto hanging off the side (busted the original while boonie busting), a real leg shocker. I still vividly remember sitting at a downtown intersection in Portales, NM where I was raised, waiting for a truck to pass when I leaned over to the right and an eye rolling blast of electrons roiled up through my left leg, out through my left hand while holding the clutch. Needless to say the clutch was released as the throttle rolled on to full and I leaped out in front of a semi-truck. While screaming and trying to focus my wandering eyes I noticed the whites of the trucker's eyes and his mouth saying "You crazy F___ing kid..." while I spoke to God about how "now" was way to early to die. Needless to say a bit of rubber hose was mounted onto the mag's kill post. I managed to save up enough for a Lemon Yellow Yamaha 175 trail bike. It would climb a brick wall if you could get tires to stick to it and a great set of wheels while wheat harvesting from central Texas to northern Montana for about three summers.
Uncle Sam sent mail one day with plans for me. Since, I've had a Yamaha 750 Triple, 93 Honda Shadow 1100 and while on a trip to the Laughlin River Run a few years back I spotted a Valkyrie running down the road and it reminded me of a "Bison" running across the plains, and had to have one. Sold the Shadow 1100 a few months ago - major neglect, but is now running down the road and if it could give the "one finger salute" when I see it, I'm sure it would. Made many a fine trip to Utah, Colorado, all over New Mexico and Arizona on the 1100.
But the Valk is my current ride and have enjoyed the Bison, as those of you that ride it know.