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Originally Posted by dee jones
I wish I could have done that with my dad, he hated motorcycles. Rode on my bike once, that would have been a 74R90S on the Ortega highway#74, claimed I tried to kill him. Wasn't so.
Anyway, that should be a trip to remember , good for you!! BTW good looking K bikes.
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Hehehe.. he got me into it. I rode pillion with him from the day I could reach the pegs. Which in my case was about 4. I had my own helmet, and he would drop me off at kindergarten on his way to work. I thought I was the coolest kid on the block. I probably was. First international trip at about 11. It was never a question of IF I was going to ride, only how fast I could get my license when I was legally able to.