The Day My Love Affair With Motorcycles Began
The day I started my love affair with motorcycles was the first day I ever rode one. It was late summer, 1983, and I was out in the driveway shooting some hoops. My brother came riding down the street on a nearly new Yamaha just as I was getting into my best Larry Bird impression (which was pretty embarrassing I must admit).
After three long years in the military he had been discharged and was finally home. And after completing a long three day ride from Texas, he had pulled into the drive with his riding glasses and helmet sparkling in the sun.
I was staring at him in complete awe.
I think he must have seen the look on my face because the first thing he did after shutting off the engine and giving me a hug was to offer to let me ride his bike up and down the street. Here I was, an 18-year-old punk without a motorcycle endorsed driver’s license, and my Army MP older brother is offering to let me take his bike for a spin. He didn’t even have a chance to tell me to be careful of the hot exhaust pipe because I was so eager to hop on to the bike; needless to say I burned my leg in the process!
He handed me his riding glasses and helmet, gave me a quick tutorial, and off I went. In my enthusiasm I almost had the biker over my head because I bit the throttle too hard, just like most new bikers do. However, I’m sure someone was watching over me because the bike stayed on the ground. Needless to say I had one hell of a time – I only came back in because my brother began threatening me.
It was not long after that, that I headed out shopping for a motorcycle of my own. In fact, I managed to get my hands on a nearly new Honda 550-Four that very December and also bought a brand new helmet and riding glasses.
And as they say, the rest is history.