Do you remember the first time you got on a motorcycle?
I mean the very first time. Before you were in love with motorcycles. Before the bug bit you.
When I was a kid, I rode a bit on my grandfather’s motorcycle. It was one time. Around the block. Nothing fabulous, I thought it was just cool I was with my grandfather. I was 7, the bug didn’t bite me.
But I remember when it did.
I was dating this guy, and he had a motorcycle. And he wanted to give me a ride on it. I had no proper gear at all, and I borrowed a helmet. He went super fast. Faster than my liking. But I was hooked. I knew I wanted to ride, and not as a passenger.
So I bought my first motorcycle, took my license classes and exam (in Europe it is a lot longer and harder to get your license than in the U.S. and there is no MSF course). And I’ve been riding ever since.
Now, my little brother has been bugging me to give him a ride on my motorcycle for awhile. As in years. At first I didn’t want to do it because I wasn’t that good. Now I don’t want to do it because I’m short! And my bike is tall. And the last thing I would want is to have a tip over and ruin his experience.
So I gave Paul a call. The man with 6 motorcycles. Who would be better?
And my little bro got to go on his first ride with Paul!
And on a Honda Shadow no less. Francis (my brother) had a great time, and he is already looking up MSF courses in his area so he can start getting his license!
Now Paul, as much as I love him, isn’t the best example of gear. All the Gear All the Time is not a rule Paul follows. But we will forgive him, and hope he never will regret it!
But I thank him for giving my brother a fabulous first experience on the motorcycle. And now he is preparing to take the MSF course to learn to ride, get all of his gear, get his first motorcycle, and start riding!
Do you remember your very first ride? If so, tell us about it!