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What was your first experience on a motorcycle or scooter?

damn, I thought the s was for sex. Sex on a motorcycle....doable, but requires a lot of coordination and balance.....but I digress....my first experience on a motorcycle was around the age of 13 when I tried to ride my buddies dirt bike in the field, I promptly did a donut and dropped it.

Mine would be when I saw a motorcycle (I think it was one of the very first gold wings) in the late 70s as a kid (it was parked), jumped on it and was hooked. Of course it wasn't running and I didn't get a ride, but what an experience.

After that I promptly put hockey cards in the spokes of my banana seat bike





Mike

A friends Honda Spree back when I was 13 or 14. Thing was an absolute blast to ride and I saved up money to buy my own. By the time I had a nice chunk of change though I was on the verge of getting my license and put it towards a car instead. My thinking back then was that the pretty girls would prefer to be picked up in a 1991 Chevy Cavalier than on a scooter, but in retrospect I still want that damn Spree!

I mentioned this in my blog, but here's the Coles Notes version.

Before I was born, my Godfather raced motorcycles with his best friend on Daytona Beach. In the late 50's and early 60's when Summer came around, that best friend gave him a loaner bike for the summer. When he went to pick it up, I was always with him and rode in front with my arms holding the gas tank, very tightly I would think. Norm "Willie" Telford was his name and Indian Motorcycles sponsored him, His friend Trevor was sponsored by his family's business, Fred Deeley Cars & Motorcycles, now called Trev Deeley Motorcycles. The Deeley family owns the Harley Davidson franchise for Canada, a chunk of change from every Harley sold in Canada, goes into the company coffers... Needless to say, I was hooked very young...

I was about 14 and was with my Mom visiting relatives in Victoria. My cousin gave me a ride on his motorcycle from one end of the driveway to the other. I was thrilled.

Later on when I was 16 the boyfriend at the time who later became my husband....had a motorcycle. It was a BSA. He took me riding all over the place.

It wasn't until later in life....much, much, much later....that I finally got a license and learned to ride.

When I was 8-9 years old, my sister's boyfriend had a purple Norton Commando; I loved that thing and it made me want to ride more than anything. It wasn't until I was 20 that I got a little Honda Express, and I rode that thing everywhere, even in winter (in Utah, with snow; in hindsight that was a very stupid thing to do.)

Still...I was in my 40s when I got my first "real" bike. Before then the want was there, but the money wasn't.

When I was 15 or 16 the neighbors invited me to use their dirt bike
in the back field a few times.

A long time between rides... It wasn't until my late 50's that I actually
got a license and started riding regularly.

When I was 16 or 17, I was able to ride a friend's Dad's Honda Rebel on the streets around their house. I thought it was noisy, smelly, dangerous, and massive (all 234ccs of it ). I was hooked. I bought tons of motorcycle magazines over the years, and when the interwebz came along, went to the websites, downloaded videos. I was 36 though when I finally took real classes and actually bought a bike.

I was about 7/8 I saw Evel jump on TV that was it it was a rap and I aint never looked back!!!!!!!!