Your first motorbike memory?

[paturoa]

I must have been about 6-ish and my cousin had a big, huge, monster, about the size of a truck! trumpy 650. Well it looked big to me at the time.

It was Christmas and the whole family was having it at our place (I don't remember Mum being stressed but I can appreciate it now!)

Anyway, for those who know Maungaturoto, not much happend back in the 60s there. There was the pub (1), the rugby, the dairy factory, the railway station and bugger all else.

I remember my grandmother and mum getting on the back of the trumpy going for rides. I'm guessing that the kids all begged, and I had a ride too.

I have a faint recollection of being scared shit-less and not being able to see what was going on as he blasted (prolly 20mph tops) for a short ride to the high school and back.

[McJim]

1st memory - must have been 9. Neighbour's kid had a mini bike. I rode it about 12 yards and then binned it (nothing changes eh?) luckily it was on the lawn.
1st Proper motorbike memory - sitting pillion on a Moto Guzzi in shorts and a T shirt (no lid) travelling through the Tuscan countryside when I was about 12.
1st time riding a bike on my own - I was 14 and we went for a holiday on the west coast of Scotland in a little rented croft - found an old Puch moped in the garage. Cleaned it up, dismantled the engine, re-assembled the engine and went out on the potato fields (they'd just been harvested) max speed was only 50mph - but on wet mud it was still a load of fun.

[Swoop]

His name wasn't Steven was it?

Not as far as I know.

[Colapop]

My first bike wasn't mine it was Dad's. We moved to the farm, and Dad needed or aquired a Honda 90 (the orange ones) I would have been 10. Near about killed every push bike I'd ever had (and got made to fix them) so as soon as I had my first off on the motorbike, Dad got me my own. I don't know what model it was but it was a Kawasaki 90 or 100. It was black and it was mine. I could fly on that thing - across the 'home' paddock down through the dried up farm drain and up the other side if I kept it wound open as far as it would go and kept my nerve I could clear the fence.

The thought that I could actually do it came after I panicked and held the throttle open while down in the drain. I only got the front wheel over that day (and a fucken big bruise!) I tried out my theory on another part of the drain with a bit of particle board and a stick to hold it up. Once I'd mastered clearing that a couple of times, I summoned Dad to show him I could clear the fence (didn't tell him that bit). I got down on the tank and wound it out for all I was worth, I swear I even got a little airborne on the downward side of the drain. I think the old man actually pooped a little! Man, I got a hiding - as much for making him crap himself as for clearing the fence and "Trying to wreck the Fucken thing you idiot!!" Spent two weeks wanting to do it again (watching my bike sit and wait for me....)
That first time, man, I was king of the world. Very little else has ever come close - except for watching my kids be born.

[DEATH_INC.]

First memory regarding bikes....?

Late 60's.
Involves 2 coppers standing in the front doorway of the family home...


The world changed for the family after that incident.

Similar, but not as unhappy of an ending, one of the first I have is my dad being unconcious in hospital for a fairly longish stretch (2-3 weeks???) after heading off to work one night.....

[Oakie]

My elder brother's blue Suzuki TS? 125 about 1973.
He convinced my mum to toodle slowly down our gravel driveway. Unfortunately she gave the throttle a big twist, wheelied down the drive and deposited my dear old mum on her matronly ass in the gravel. She hasn't been on a bike since.

[skidMark]

my uncles ...from memory a gixxer 600 probably about an 89 i think

remember seeing a picture of it parked in his driveway as a young fella and dreaming of motorbikes, but alot of my childhood was told i would never ever ride a motorbike they are too dangerous etc. but then at the age of about 16 got givinmg some broken scooters fixed them took them round the block a couple of times ,17 nearly 18 started work at a bike shop (this is april 05) got a little monkey bike (copy of the honda z50J) got peg down on that in my first two weeks of riding thanks to some carpark fun with n4cr....i remember great moments in the university carpark of watching tristan on his zxr250 in awe dreaming of owning a zxr...watching him for the first time get peg down. he was completely stoked, i remember we lent the bike over trying to figure out how far over he must have been...and we didn't go all the way in fear of dropping it.....

anyways got a pic somewhere of the old gixxer with my sister on it dunno if there was a pic with me on it though...will have to dig out some photo albums i think hehe

[Jonny Rotten]

anyways got a pic somewhere of the old gixxer with my sister on it dunno if there was a pic with me on it though...will have to dig out some photo albums i think hehe

post the picture of your sister on it but only if she is of legal age and wearing a bikini

[terbang]

An uncles scooter, 1963ish

[nudemetalz]

My first motorcycle memory was going on the back of my Dad's GT750 Waterbus in 1975 in Singapore when we lived there. I was a 5 year old boy then, and absolutely loved it !!
Precious memories are something that can never be taken away from you. Oh how I miss my Dad too.

[Swoop]

Similar, but not as unhappy of an ending

It wasn't a death notification. Just looking for an arrest.

[Mort]

Mine was running out from behind the school bus and being hit by a Motorbike.... It flung me up in the air and I flew clean over my Dad's car...

I had a great tyre mark on my leg to show my mates at school the next day !!!