Yikes!
I learned to drive stick in the largest uhaul truck available at the time. We were moving half way across the country and had two trucks. Father was driving the other.
He takes me out to the truck, tells me how to operate it, and ten minutes later we're on the road. Was shitty starts but I feared we would stop on a incline. Got there okay.
i first learned in a 60s land rover when i was 14, then did my license in one of them 80 series land cruisers, which is a big motherfucker, so i was already used to driving.
id been around motorcycles my whole life anyway and despite bagging out scooter riders i rode them myself at work without a license for over a decade doing security work at events and only got my own bike license after i came back from the United Kaliphate about 10 years ago.
tell you what tho someone must have been looking out for me even when the old man was alive. I can remember 3 different occasions that fucking cruiser slowly sliding sideways towards trees and poles (without me driving like a dick!!!) but managing to get grip in the right direction without actually hitting anything... them and 4runners had a habit of breaking traction if you farted in the wrong direction
As a kid our neighbors had two, two stroke motorcycles. A 100 and a 125. My legs reached the pegs on the smaller 100. Older brother rode the bigger bike. The neighbor let us ride them wherever we wanted.
I had to get on with a tree stump or something I could stand on. If it went over my older brother and friend with a yz80 had to help me get it up right.
Needless to say, i quickly learned how to keep it balanced and never stop so i didn't have to lean over. But man did those things fly. With my five pounds it was practically a ghost bike flying from trail to trail and hill to hill.
Good times. Amazing I'm not dead.
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