Triumphrat

miker

It was after school one day late in 1973, my mate Brian had just got a pretty well worked DT175A or B, not exactly sure. He took me for a pillion around the school yard, because he was only 14 as well and the bike was un-registered. That was it. I pestered my parents for another year, until my uncle loaned me $100 to get a "mini-bike". From there I progressed to larger dirt bikes, and rode my mate's Suzuki GT 250s when they got their road bikes. I had to wait for some time because my parents were poor and I only earned a pittance delivering milk before school. Once I was married, I had a bike for commuting and dirt riding, and finally graduated to an XJ650 Yamaha, 'cos it was again, all I could afford, it was on it's last legs but served me well. Then came the dark years when money was so tight I didn't even have a car for some of it, but all through the dark years I always kept an eye out, and had freinds who were benevolent.

Now, I will never be without at least one, but the more the merrier if I can keep adding to the collection.

Mick

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"We may not be able to change the direction or strength of the wind, but we can always trim our sails"

trypcil

My Old Dear, bought me my first bike - a Bantam D7 scrambler, which rocked my world - just looking at it. But before that she'd gotten me a 200cc Sachs power'd go kart, with six speeds, I was never the same after the bike though, the Kart was fun but it was more mud buggy, with wheel barrow wheels - than Kart, fun for sure but... Grenad-ing itself after about about a year and then for my 11th b/day came the Bantam - which I could barely get a leg over even though it was lowered. I'd had a 3 speed vespa before the kart, which came to me via a chance gift from a college student who had nowhere to park it - it gave me my first dose of road rash! That 'initiation' prior to the Kart, defined my budding infection and 'She' saw that, and nurtured it/me further with a single definable act of giving. She set me free - thanks Mum! Quite what was given I'm still not sure of, a kind of 'go into the light, Son' - a giving of confidence if you will, a certification of ' be skillful, if you're going to be dangerous'. Or a social tool, I was made familiar with so that thru' understanding, fear was minimalised - or something! But either way I was legitimised as an individual, and from that seed, an allowance, that motoring bug invaded my very viscera - I am left with Super powers - I mean to not know 'that', is like letting life slip through pocketed hands!
I was so distracted, everything was bikes. We'd go to Grass track events, Scrambles and Speedway at the Peterborough show grounds and Club racing at Snetterton or Bourne Airdrome. I think I'll go see Her, this summer!

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Seeking minimum evil is better than seeking maximum good, because it eliminates the problem of hedonism.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hedonism

MVP44

How do the wives always know I experience the same phenomena

I have had the bug since riding on the back of my dad's bike at about age 4 -
My first minibike came that summer for my birthday - which I promptly ran into a tree about 5 minutes after starting it - but that's another story -

I have had the bug ever since - even when not on the bike I can usually be found dong something 2 wheel related. It keeps me grounded and sane.

TBird98

"I'll never . . ." usually means "I really, really want to . . . but I'm not letting myself for one reason or another." How great it is to finally stop wanting and finally do it.

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Doug

"Sometimes I sits and thinks, and sometimes I just sits." Satchel Paige (1906-1982)

"Sometimes I rides and thinks, and sometimes I just rides." Matt Hazard (1933-2006)

HiDesert

Yeah, didn't we just see that video? Good thing you missed the Aztec!

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Rest in peace, Aleksandr Isayevich
‘What is written by the pen cannot be cut down by the axe’