It was a long decent into the darkness for me.
My mother as long as she was alive always forbid me from having any inclinations about motorcycles.
First it was riding my first pushie around at the age of about 7 with the clothes pegs holding some square bits of cardboard box against the spokes whilst attached to the frame.
Couldn't get the sound right though
I think i was really screwed after seeing the movie "Stone" with Rebecca Gilling going topless when it first came out at the drive-in back when i was a kid.
I may have been about 10 years old at the time, and my parents had to smuggle me in because i was not old enough to see the movie because of the rating, but too old to get in as only little kids under 5 were allowed.
About this time, my father took me to the speedway one night. I can still hear the noise and smell the burnt race fuel.
The next thing i know, i'm customising my first real full sized pushie which had gears (Sturmy Archer 3 speed) and front and rear hand operated brakes. That bike was was really too big for me, but i had to grow into it. I customised it with some chrome mirrors, a battery operated horn, and some dynamo powered lights. This was funded out of every cent i could earn from doing odd jobs.
Later on i was spending school holidays at my Aunts' motel when some bikers stayed for a night. They had been on some sort of a road trip on their big Jap fours (Hondas, Suzukis and Kawasakis).
I had the free reign of the motel and that night i was hanging around, lurking and hanging around some more and looking at the bikes when one of the bikers said would you like to sit on one.
I said yes to that in a heart beat.
The next thing i'm getting helped onto this massive thing that i could hardly reach the pegs on with my legs wraped around the frame/engine, and barely reach over the tank to hold on to the bars.
Talk about being intimidated by a machine.
But i was truely inspired.
A couple of years later new neighbours moved in across the road.
Their son had a Mini Bike with fat tyres and a recoil start kirby engine in it with a centrifugal clutch drive. Naturally i became friends with them
When we could get hold of a can of fuel, we rode it a lot down the road at the vacant land which was originally owned by a man who trained trotters back in the old days.
I wouldn't have had it any other way
Cheers