I can still remember the very first day that I rode a motor cycle because it was the time that I fell in love with them. I remember shooting hoops in the driveway in the late 1983 summer. I was embarrassing myself with my best Larry Bird impression when I heard my brother driving down the road on an almost new Yamaha.
He’d been away in the army for 3 years and now he was finally returning home after being discharged. And after completing a long 3 day ride from Texas, he had pulled into the drive with his riding glasses and helmet sparkling in the sunshine.
I was staring at him in complete awe.
I’m sure my reaction was pretty obvious because after he parked the motorbike and offered me a hug, he then smiled and told me that I could have a ride of the motorbike along the road if I wanted. I was eighteen numerous years of age without a motorbike endorsed driver’s license and my older sibling was offering to let me have a ride on his wonderful bike. I did not need to be asked twice and even burned my leg on the exhaust pipe in my rush to get on it!
He handed me his riding glasses and helmet, offered me a quick tutorial, and off I went. Just like most new bikers, I did hit the throttle a bit too hard and nearly had the motorcycle over my head. But luckily the motorbike stayed on the ground; someone must have been watching over me that day. I absolutely adored it and only came back home because my sibling was starting to get annoyed.
Well, it didn’t take long before I was out shopping for my own motorcycle. And just before December of the same year, I had finally purchased my own used Honda 550-Four in addition to my own motorcycle helmet and riding glasses.
And as the saying goes, the rest is history.