Don't laugh at me, I'll tell you the short story. I first started riding... Let me take that back. Half of me walked behind a gear driven 2-wheel lawnmower. To engage the wheels so you no longer had to push the machine, the lever was on the left side. I went out and bought a bike throttle cable, installed that on the right handle bar for the carb. I had the clutch and throttle down, I used rev the engine, pop the clutch, burn the lawn with two stripes as if waiting at the tree at some drag strip.
Didn't you read Hot Rod and Cycle with Big Daddy Ed Roth and Don Garlic, the dragster swamp rat breathing Floridian way. Way? Why...
... From that day on, I was riding, not cutting the half acre down but getting my coordination down at 13-14?. Took a ride on a Honda 250 or 305 scrambler with the up pipes on the one side. It was dad's friend bike. We drove out to some rock quarry. I was offered a ride and when I returned, got off the bike, the guy asked if I ever rode before, because he said it sure looked it. I said it was my very first time and it was!
Riding 40 years and my body looks like a 1000 miles of bad road. My mother used to say I was looking like, '40 miles of bad road.' But after I crashed the 14, she now up'd the mileage, I look like, "a 1000 miles...." [more like, smiles you can't pull the grin off my coldead face. BRING IT!]
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