First memories of motorcycles

[fire eyes]

OK ..

It suddenly hit me tonight at work, that my very first memory of a Motorcycle, or any motorcycle for that matter .. is of Dad driving over the centre line up the mountain and pushing an oncoming motorcylist into the ditch :blink:

I remember the motorcyclist got up and was not hurt but my dad didnt even stop .. shouted some obscenities about not watching where he was going etc etc etc .. ummm .. upon reflection and my mothers input .. Dad was the inconsiderate arse who knocked him over :bye:

As no one in my family rides .. or .. is even remotely interested in motorcycles I slightely wondered where my interest came from .... and Im still working it out lol .. whats your first memory of a Motorcycle? :mellow:

[98tls]

The old lady did a runner when i was 6 so the old man restored an old 650SS Norton in the lounge,vivid memories of him hand polishing cases for hours.

[Motu]

Red Hunter chained up under the house - it was sad to look at it,so powerful and imposing,but neglected and dusty.I just knew it wanted to get out and run down the road as fast as it could.....

[Ixion]

Yes, but Mrs Hunter wasn't about to let him loose again. Not after what happened the last time. Running down the road is all very well, but there are certain social propierties that Red failed to observe.

[Headbanger]

1980,6 years old, gravel road, YZ80 MX bike, Couldn't reach the foot pegs, Had no concept of clutch, gears or brakes, The oldman has me sitting on the tank, gets her fangin along in third, Grab the throttle boy he yells, and then steps off the back of bike.

First real lesson followed within seconds, Gravel roads hurt like fuckery.




Have also seen a bunch of pics from the seventies where I was perched on either my Dads or my uncles Triumphs for the sake of taking a photo, Though I have no recollection of it happening, Though to be honest I remember fuck all of nothing from when I was 3......

[Big Dave]

Burning myself on the exhaust of my mini bike. Well before school age.

[Gremlin]

Uncle rode/still rides I think (never plucked up the courage to get on the back), Dad used to ride, but before I became a twinkle.

First memory is probably being in some car as a kid, in the country, bike comes up behind, watch it's suspension working, it breezes past, disappears into the distance... cool :done:

[Patch]

Grandfather still rides occasionally. Some may remember him blatting around Taupo couple years ago on my GSXR thou on his 80th birthday.
Old man still rides as well.

Growing up in the country, visiting friends etc. monkey see, monkey do.

First bike I learnt to ride was an old yellow trike.

Got taught by a couple of farmers how to wheelie, jump logs, swamps etc in my early teens. Handy skills to have.

I still prefer dirt to tarmac. Grass tastes better.

[Pwalo]

Pillion (behind the old man)on a BSA Spitfire, up Ngaio Gorge, sometime in the early 1960s. Pretty sure it had a red tank.

[Oakie]

My big brother persuading my mum to try out his Suzuki 125. "Just twist the throttle to go" he said but unfortunatley mum wrung it's neck, wheelied across the back yard, ended up on her arse and has never been on a bike since.

[BiK3RChiK]

On the farm there were always neighbouring farmers bikes around, but probably the first time I heard about bikes, was from my Dad who would regale us with stories about his younger years... Funny though, that Dad was the only farmer around who never had a bike! My older brother bought one soon after getting his first job and we all blasted around on that... A Honda XR250. :niceone: bro!

[dino3310]

dad shagging mum on his bike when i was an embryo

[dipshit]

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Then going outside after my week's compulsory viewing as a nipper and cutting some laps on my tricycle.

[sinfull]

Ohhhhh the memories, I wish i had one !

[MSTRS]

First memory is of Dad telling the story of being pillioned Welly to Aucks on an AJS 500 single. It was early 1950s, winter, freezing and pissing with rain/sleet - they went into the ditch at Rata north of Bulls but all ok - arrived in Aucks after 15 hours on the road. Dad took the train back....
He's 77 now and still won't get on a bike.

[martybabe]

Little lost lonely lad walks home from school looking at the cracks in the pavement, dreading the 15 minute trudge up the hill.

Big brothers mate screeches to a halt by my side on some big black gnarly British loud monster bike. Picture Lord flashheart from Blackadder here.... "Oi you, littlest Homo, jump up here ya limp dick, I'll make a man of ya, woof!" :clap:

"Ok mister" up on the back and off we go, a flurry of long blonde hair whipping my face, clutching on to the leather and chain demon rider, the burnt oil smell, the exhaust noise, the cold cold wind, people and houses just whiz by my eyes.

All of two minutes later atop the hill, " Enjoy that monkey minge boy? you know ya did! Now get the f#ck off me bike and get a life! Catch ya later rectum kid" Roars of in a cloud of smoke and ear shattering howl.

Now I ask ya, what chance did I have, I was about 6 or7, the most amazing thing that ever happened to this kid, hooked for life man. :clap:

P.s I left my satchel at the bottom of the hill so I had to walk it twice that day but what did I care, I had day dreams to create! :laugh:

[puddytat]

Going to the street races at Onekawa near Napier as a nipper,the noise just blew my little 6 yr old brain,& can still remember the sidecar & haybales flying thru the air....only down side was the broken bottle in the long grass that I cut my foot badly on ,which meant I had to hobble round all summer while my mates went swimming etc:weep:

[DarkLord]

The very first memory for me probably would have been something like Arnie in Terminator 2, or Wal' in the Footrot Flats comics on his farmbike.

First memories of riding were riding a nifty 50 at 15 years old down a private road (gravel) and binning once every 10 minutes. :scooter:

[Skunk]

My father rode trials in the sixties and seventies. I have a vague memory of watching him come out of a steep hillside forest and across a river.

Also one of my older brothers had an inline 4 Yamaha of about 750cc (don't know the model) in the late seventies. Was still riding various bikes (mainly Yamahas) into the mid eighties.

Then I meet a loverly girl (my now wife) and she taught me to ride in the mid nineties.

[Gubb]

My Dad had a 400cc Suzuki Sprotsbike (I have no idea what it was, I should ask him) and he used to take me on as a pillion around the neighborhood. The bike seemed HUGE then, maybe it's cause I was only 6 or 7.

Now both me and my Brother have bikes.

[fireball]

i remember being very young (and very tiny) sitting on the gas tank of the old CT125 with my little bro behind me aswell, as dad was mustering sheep off the top block on the farm. now when i look at the bike i wonder how did all 3 of us ever fit on there, and how the hell can that bike still be running.....

plus dad bought us a DS80 for xmas one year its all his fault!

[ViragoVixen]

Being picked up from primary school (I was 8) by my brother on his bike with the whole school watching. Put me on the front and let me control the throttle.

My 'cool' factor skyrocketed. Unfortunately in the 5 minutes it took to get home, the principle had already called mum and said that it was not a suitable way for a young girl to travel. That might of cemented it for me :)

[DougB]

I watched the Don R's during the second world war riding army Indian' bikes with convoys and other duties. They seemed to be having the greatest adventure and fun that it was possible to have. I was very young then but the memory persists.

I later found them to be real dogs to ride with hand change on the same side as the throttle etc.
The bike I learned to ride on, a 1936 Harley was just as bad.

I was thrilled to see a "brand new" Army Indian at the classic bike races a few years back. Someone had found two in their original packing cases up in the Islands somewhere. He even had the case there.

[Number One]

All my mums brothers had them. SHE HATED them (motorcycles that is)which of course ensured that they each took me out for rides whenever they could :lol:

One of the first memories of a bike I have is riding on my mad uncles trike...what a dog that was but fuck it was cool too!

Then I remember being on the back of my uncles bike in OZ...he looks just like Martybabe...(hence I have a soft spot for that man :hug:). He had a BMW from memory - I just remember thinking it was similar to a lay z boy - which was actually good because everytime I rode pillion it was about 2 in themorning and we were blatting along OZ roads in the sticks on our way to the truck house. He drove interstate regularly.

[kerfufflez]

I watched the Don R's during the second world war riding army Indian' bikes with convoys and other duties. They seemed to be having the greatest adventure and fun that it was possible to have. I was very young then but the memory persists.



Please excuse my ignorance, but what are Don Rs?

[terbang]

An uncle of mine had some sort of a scooter (1964ish) and I remember being on the back of it around our front paddock. Very exciting..!

[Dave-]

my grandma had my dads old BSA scooter in her garage

if that counts?

I remmeber as a kid wishing I had a sports bike one night and waking up the next morning and seeing these shiney metal bits in the early light and some red that looked like the back end of a motorbike in my bedroom...turned out to be the step stool and a scarf...

[Pedrostt500]

I was about 3 or 4 yrs old and my uncle had a red suzuki powered Mountain goat, he would sit me on the petrol tank and my young cousin would sit on the carrier on the back, dad brought a mountain goat as his first farm bike not long after, that i learned to ride on when I was about 7yrs old.

[fire eyes]

:msn-wink:it is safe to say that the passion started from the pitter patter of not so tiny feet! awesome guys!