My dad has a picture of me in diapers sitting on an old bike of his and I still remember when that picture was taken.
I grew up around bikes. I've been riding on them forever. I remember riding with my dad and hanging around with a lot of his biker friends who I later found out where 1%er members. I thought that was the coolest shit in the world.
When I was about 13 I started illegally riding all over the country and I couldn't get enough of it. It was all over from there.
Later on the yuppies took a lot of fun out of it and I bought a sport bike as a 2nd bike to have unfiltered fun on. I stopped caring about any image BS about the same time.
My Dad had an old 52 BMW as a kid. Loved riding with him the few times he let us. Then about a year ago, I think I might have saw a video on youtube or something so that's when I knew I wanted to ride. Never really had an interest before that but I always thought motorcycles would be fun.
My friends' father used to race motocross, and he bought race bikes for his 3 sons. I used to watch them race.
I saw the movie On Any Sunday in the theater, maybe a reshowing after the original showing, and I bought motorcycle magazines when the Honda 750 Four came out in 1969.
I borrowed a friend's minibike at 8 years old, and used my paper route, lawn mowing and snow shoveling money to buy a 65cc 2-stroke dirt bike (Harley) when I was 12.
"Until he reached thirty, Randy felt bad about the fact that he was not socially deft. Now he doesn't give a damn. Pretty soon he'll probably start being proud of it." from Neal Stephenson's Cryptonomicon novel (1999).
for me it was when I was young as well, but nobody in my family ever ridden at all ever, so I never grew up on dirtbikes or any kind of motorized vehicle other than cars, at 16 or 17, I was tempted to get one but I still lived with my folks and they didnt agree with my decisions, because they heard too many stories and seen a lot of people die wether it be an amateur or veteran rider, when its ur time, and theres nothing u can do about the situation, ur gone, no matter what, and to make them happy I never got one, I must say they kept me off bikes for a while, years later after my 22nd birthday, my engine on my car gave out, had a bad experience with a used engine that I got trying to get my car running again, until I said thats it, me and my girl went to sign up for our motorcycle course, passed it, and we both got our license, shes been very supportive of it all, so we look around, got me a 2010 ninja 250r, and ive been riding ever since, I feel in love with riding, it has become a passion for me and I love being on 2 wheels, im already looking to see which bike ill get next lol, cant decide on whether itll be a r6, zx6r, cbr600, or gsxr 600, im leaning towards a zx6r, but I already have a ninja, and my girl is telling to try a different one as well lol, but a hey thats my story, youall got some pretty good stories as well brothers
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For me, it was when I was 6 years old. I would see the yellow sportbike ripping up the asphalt alongside the open sea with sunset in the backdrop. Forever etched in my memory.
Then I was around my brother, who had dirtbikes, scooters, and atvs. He would pull them from barn that has been sitting on, and even he found an ATV being wrapped in bush vines! He would fix them all and sell them at the tender age of 15.
Parents refused to let me, regardless of my two half brothers had all the fun. I was pissed off.
When I got my hands on my first bike, 2008 250R. I always seem to have the mindset of a racer due to the frustration from my ignorant parents.
Then I upgraded to 6R, and I crashed twice on it. Injured myself severely, but I did not give up. Even the next day, I was wishing I could ride.
I ended up lucky and got my dreams started by networking myself with cool people who see potential ad marketing in myself due to my uniqueness.
I'm an addict to 2 wheels anything. Dirtbike, pocketbike, scooter, anything motorized with two wheels. As long as its manual.
When I was really young, I remember always seeing those cool green bikes going up and down the road. I was always fascinated by them.
Growing up in a small country town, I never really gave motorcycles a second thought. You never really saw them, and with the exception of my dad (who sold his Honda's shortly after my sister and I were born), I didn't know anyone who rode.
Somewhere between college and life, I decided I would HAVE a motorcycle. Within a month of that decision I went to the Kawasaki dealer and bought my first GREEN ninja! I couldn't be convinced to even look at another bike. When I was done with the 250, has to get another green one. It was just meant to be!
I started riding bicycles when I was in the low single digits. I got around various towns (dad was Army) riding bicycles when I was a kid. Some time when I was 13 to 15, I realized I could do the same thing with a lot more speed and get a lot further if I had More Power, and this could come from having an engine. I got interested in motorcycles. At first, I thought Harleys were the thing to have and I considered sport bikes ugly. My parents were against me riding, so I put the idea on the shelf. Later, I wasn't under the parents' thumb anymore, but I had other things to spend my money on. I got to be about 33, and I went to Afghan and worked with a bunch of younger guys who were heavily into bikes-what bikes they'd had, what bikes they were going to get, what they'd done on bikes they'd had and what they were going to do on bikes they were going to have. I decided that I had enough money saved and that it was time to get a bike. I got to researching motorcycles and motorcycling. I decided that sport bikes were what I was after. I got home, took my BRC, and got my Ninja 250. I've been on two wheels (with an engine) ever since.
2007 Ninja 650R-Scorpion slip-on, formerly lowered, still cosmetically challenged.
2006 Ninja 250R-Totalled by an inattentive Toyota driver while parked.