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Originally Posted by wayner
It is always the same story no matter who tells it. The ride is short and ends with a ditch, a tree or a barn   |
LOL. My first ride aged about 11 on a farm. The farmer gave me instructions and told me to ride around in circles. I already knew how to do gears and clutch having sat and dreamed for hours on a motorbike stored in our shed, and reading motorbike magazines.
I took off full speed across the field. I can still remember the feeling. I came to a row of pine trees so I aimed for a gap in the trees and shot through. On the other side was a steep bank/almost cliff and the bike and I sailed through the air; me still loving it, then we hit the ground and bounced/rolled along until we stopped. The forks were bent back against the engine and the wheel buckled, and at that point I knew I was going to be a motorcyclist for life