High School, riding a Honda Mini-Trail 50 all over town.
High School, riding a Honda Mini-Trail 50 all over town.
Please don't spook the road-sheep.
I was in College following my Discharge from the US NAVY at the end of the Viet-Nam War. I was riding a Norton 850cc Commando, It was White (mostly) red and blue.
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We had just moved to the Baltimore area. My Dad's business partner was one of the first in Maryland to own a 1975 GL1000. It was an aqua-marine color. I couldn't wait to see that bike! To me, it was like seeing a UFO at Area 51.
Flash forward 25 years. A friend of mine had a bike he was selling for a friend. I went to take a look. It was an aqua-marine 1975 GL1000 with a Windjammer fairing (remember those?) It had all of 15,000 miles on it, but hadn't been ridden in years. The carbs were all gunked up, and it needed all new rubber - tires, shock seals, the works. He wanted $1000 for it. I passed.
I've kicked myself ever since.
Minute Man III Missile Silo, near Great Falls, Montana.
Deer Slayer
If I can't fix it, I will fix it so no one can fix it.
21 years old and working in an Aboriginal Mission on the tip of Australia. I ordered a Yammy 175DT from my 'local' (400 miles away) dealer and had it flown into the Mission on Bush Pilots. That's where and when I learnt to ride.
Memorable moment was kicking up dust coming down a red dirt road to be greeted by a Bush Python (2nd to the Anaconda) crossing the road. It's head was somewhere in the bush to the left and it's tail was somewhere in the bush to the right. I gave way to it.
The following day a crocodile ate a dog at one of the close by settlements.
Some big incentives not to fall off.
In Harrisburg, PA attending grade school.
Riding an Arctic Cat mini bike in Walnut Creek, CA.
Well, in 1975 I was 10 years old. My best friend at the time (Jeff) lived across the street and he had three older sisters. They had a mini bike, not exactly sure but it must have been a Z50 Honda, I remember yellow with chrome fenders and it had a transmission.
Jeff's one sister Jan, a beautiful long haired brunette, probably about 16 at the time, use to put me on the back and take me for rides around the yard. I would hold on tightly around her waist as her long hair would fly up in my face. Didn't know really know why at the time, but I loved every second of it..!
Looking back, that was probably the start of my two biggest passions.