What was your first bike?

[lk2rd]

It was in '74, a '72 Kaw 500 triple with Denco chambers and some mild porting.  At the time, i was told it was a bad choice for a first bike but, it worked out fine.  Road it to Florida a couple of times.  Saw 125 mph on it a couple times.  Had to change underwear after high speed wobble a couple of times.  They were known for that.  Never wrecked it. 

[VWCarlos]

My first bike was a 1973 Honda TL125. (Like the one pictured) We had a horse farm and I rode and wrecked that bike all over that place. My brother had a two stroke Suzuki 185. He always dusted me.

[LawnmowerRG]

Well, I started on a Honda Trail 50. If you don't count the mini Bike.

It all started at an auction up in Odenville. [add du du du sound effect]
My Dad and I were siting there in an old church Pew. At an age of some number less than ten. Auctioneer ratting off numbers I didn't understand. It was exciting hanging out with Dad, and I understood every time I heard SOLD. 

That night We had seen the Honda outside in the back of a truck. It finally came up for auction. It was Bid and Bid I thought. Turns out it kept going down. I didn't know what was going on. Then I saw my dad raise his hand. I was excited. Obviously so too. As he slapped my leg and told me to sit still. Then after a little while I heard "Take it away".

Not Sold? What did that mean.

My dad sent me to the concession stand. I got 2 drinks. I guess he was checking how much money he had. When I got back he looked at me and ask how much money I had at home. I don't remember the details.

After the seller was done we went outside. My dad started talking to the guy. I didn't know it, but this was about to be my first and only experience with a payday loan.

I got the bike. We took it home and hid it from my mom. Then came the excruciating time of paying my dad back. Months and Years at 5 dollars a weeks till I could pay him back. Ok Ok I might be exaggerating just a little, but I was like 7. My Dad charged me interest of 5 dollars too.

Once I had it payed off. The next week I bought 5 dollars in parts. Now I am all most sure that the 5 dollars in parts I bought was worth way more than 5 dollars. I suspect that All the money I had payed and a little more went to parts. I remember a box of parts. It included a handle bar and hand control. Some other motor stuff I didn't know what was. I remember helping with the Carb.

Then came the ride, and I am not sure my Mom knew before I went zinging past the window. Man that was freedom. Wind in my hair. Me an my homies on the open road. Not a care in the world. WAIT WAIT WAIT. HOLD IT.

I was wearing a helmet. I was all alone. and I was in the front yard. Not a road even close. Then there was that Mom person I mentioned above, and She Was Not A Happy Mom Person. So pretty much all that above was the five feet before I left the drive way, Or it was all a lie. Don't matter. That was a glorious five feet in my mind.



Pic Stolen From the interwebs