Comments on: One Question Interview P2

by: jason

Mon, 01 Dec 2008 23:50:35 +0000

I rember during thanksgiving I must have been maybe 5 years old, my uncle who had a 70’s BMW took me for a ride…I held on for dear life in the cold new england november wind… When I was about ten my family took a vacation to Colorado and we rented a car and were going across the continental divide when three dudes in dusty grey bikes with bed roles strapped above the headlights roared coming the otherway down the mountian…I remember WOW…thats what I want to do…I remember my dad looked back to see the expression on my face…he already knew

by: Bongo Bro

Thu, 17 Apr 2008 05:41:49 +0000

My first bike was a black Honda 50. My Dad “lent” me half the $500 purchase price. After a brief lesson on how to operate the damned thing, I was off and running…until that stop sign at the end of the street. Soon as I let out the clutch, it died. Found neutral…kicked it over…first gear…happened again. Actually happened about 30 times! To the prior owner and my Dad’s credit, they left me alone to kick and sweat and be embarrassed. But eventually I jerked away from that stop sign never to be seen again. I was off and running to my girlfriend’s house to show her how cool I was. That is until the next stop sign. And it all started again. The longer I was there, the larger the crowd of kids on their bicycles grew. After 20-30 restarts, one of the kids finally said something to me. “Hey Mister…ever thought of getting a bicycle?” Little did that kid know how much he motivated me to get that gas/clutch thing down in a hurry. I sure had some choice words for that kid that day, but have been forever grateful. Thanks, kid. Ever thought about getting a motorcycle?

by: Your first motorcycle memory | Helmet Hair - Motorcycle Blog

Tue, 15 Apr 2008 09:15:00 +0000

[…] When did the motorcycle bug bite you? The idea for this post came from Grail over at Knucklebuster who asked the same question to a bunch of big wigs within the sub (k)ulture of (k)ustom motorcycles. But how about you, what is you first memory? If you enjoyed this post, subscribe today by email or RSS. […]

by: DJ Mangler

Sun, 13 Apr 2008 17:17:02 +0000

I was about 4 or 5 years old with my Grandma and mom walking through the parking lot of House of Value in Hoquiam Wa and my uncle and his buddy came blasting up to say “Hi” on a old chop.(guessing a pan) My uncle was on the back holding a half case of beer, they were both drinking beer. They had all there work gear, hard hats, caulk boots and rain gear, tied on the tall sissy bar, they had quit there choker setting job to go get drunk and ride around. After that I was hooked.

by: Mark Foran a.k.a. Indian Mark

Sat, 12 Apr 2008 13:30:56 +0000

When I was a kid my aunt and uncle had a cabin in northern Michigan. My cousins got dirt bikes when I was about 11. I got to ride one with my cousin. We’d ride for hours. It was the only time I really ever felt free. Even then school felt like prison.

by: StarWolve

Sat, 12 Apr 2008 06:16:07 +0000

When I was a little kid (4 or 5) my dad had a pair of Honda Enduro bikes. I would sit on those bikes in the garage pretending to ride, until finally one day he gave in and took me for a ride around the house. He hit a rut and ended up crashing in the yard… I was okay, but he speared his collarbone with the clutch lever (they cut the balls off the end of the levers for clearance) He sold the bikes a couple years later, but I rode friend’s bikes until I could afford my own in high school. I finally gave him my enduro when I was in college to trade-in on a new Harley, and a couple months after that I bought my own Harley.

by: hacksaw

Fri, 11 Apr 2008 17:54:59 +0000

damn, i dont really know! when i was a small kid, i was always cutting out the pics of Caddilac ads in National Geograpic. ya know, the early 60’s cool looking ones. like Perry Mason drove.

but bikes? fast forward a few years to maybe 1968, and somebody had a BSA441 and a case of Bud off in the woods. i cant say i remember much of that day, but it sure set the pace for a lifetime.

by: CJ Hanlon

Fri, 11 Apr 2008 12:14:49 +0000

Man, lets see if i can dig back past the drug induced haze that surrounded my HS days! Seriously though, my first memories were of a neighbors getting a 1960 honda 125 cafe racer (still not sure what model though). I was 3-4 yrs old and he rode me on that thing and all i can remember (aside from the helmet being too big for me and falling down over my face) was the feel of the wind rushing over me and him throwing it low into a corner….i thought we were going to die. But when he returned to the house i couldn’t remove myself from the bike cause i just wanted to go out again but faster…..which he kindly did.