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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