First ride

Cool Kevin. I like to hear these stories myself. If you get a chance go to the forum request area under "Riding stories, adventures, travels,ect" and let it be known that a special area for this kind of stuff would be nice and you are for it. Thanx

When I was growing up my parents were dead set against motorcycles. When all of the other kids were riding mini-bikes, all I could have was a go-kart. Not that I didn't appreciate it, but just not the same. When I was in my early teens, my parents finally agreed to let me have an unlicensable 60CC Yamaha mini enduro that I paid for with my paper route money. But when I turned 15 all my friends had Honda 125s and such. But my parents would not budge from their "NO motorcycle" position.
I don't want anyone to think that I was a juvenile delinquent, but I decided to buy my friends Honda 125 without them knowing. So I bought it and put it on the far side of the house out of sight. The first night after everyone had gone to bed, I snuck out,,,pushed it down the street,,,started it up and rode around for about three hours. Man did I love that bike! The next day when my dad was at work, I chained and padlocked it to the water well pump piping. I wasn't as worried about what my Dad would do to my butt as I was about him hauling the bike off. LOL. It finally came down to that dreaded confrontation with Dad and several hours of lecturing. He said I could keep it with one stipulation,,,,,I had to ride it to church on Sundays. Yuk! Yuk! Yuk! But you gota do what you gota do. And it was well worth it. I've been riding ever since.

With the golden oppertunity of getting a piece of ass from this young lady, but having no way to get to her house,

I swiped the next door neighbors Triumph.

The neighbor was cause I had to tell my brother to go tell him that I swiped his bike and was out of gas with no money on Turnbull Canyon Road in the hills of Whittier.

So I rode the young lady till I was out a gas...

And after that I rode the bike till it was out a gas.
All I know is when I got home I was hungry!
The end

First Ride

My first ride was a 48 Dresser, tank shift.
I bless the day Harley went to foot shift. That shift on the tank sucked no matter what anybody says.
Picture a 19 year old skinny kid on a 47 Indian Chief. That was my first bike. It looked great but didn't run for ****. never had any money for a tune up. Would take out plugs and emery cloth the tips. Then wonder why it was so hard to start. Dam them were the days. Lots of laughs. I think that big ole Chief scared me. Had a great habit of the kick start pedal just falling down. You would be putting all your weight into kicking it and then the pedal would just drop, no resistance, no nuttin. You could always tell the Indian riders by their limp. Rode with a buddy (the 48 HD), we would take turns starting the Indian. After it was running he would start his Harley.
The old Indians looked great, but I don't think they ran all that good.
Got a 96 FLTCUI now and love it.

I rememeber my first ride on a harley. My mom had meet this guy and he rode one.It was around 1975. I was 8 yrs old.He rode up on a hog and it was loud to me and my brother ,we came out to see my mom and her new friend riding up. I still remember that rumble and those long forks, that high sissy bar & that big king and queen seat he had on it and it didn't have a starter either.I remember watching him kick it and telling my brother I was going to get one that kicks, and kick it just like that. Then one day i asked for a ride, he took me everywhere on that Harley we rode and rode then he let me meet the club brothers. They came from miles it seemed like. Riding into town we lived by the tracks and they would come over them tracks just a rumbling along turn right there and come in my yard and people would look to see where they was going and i would stand out there so proud and wave them in and all my friends would ask me and I would say" thats my dad's club coming in" and man was i cool then.
He then bought a new super glide in 1977 and i remember it was silver and black we rode it everwhere trying to brake it in before he and my mom left for Sturgis. and i guess i was hooked from there and to this day i'm still hooked on a shovel and always will be, My dad asked why and I would say i don't know, with a twinkle in my eye.