First time I ever got on a motorized two-wheeler I dumped the clutch and stalled it. I was like 15yo, didn't end up on my ass but was still kind of embarassed. The bike was was my friends very cute sister's Honda 125. I (they) picked me up and I rode all the way to Greentown and back that day, I wasn't trying to race so I just let off the throttle to shift and it was fine.
Second time I rode was a Maico 400 2-stroke, I took it around the block. That beast would have run to 50mph in first gear. People in my neighborhood were nuts for even letting me try these monster machines. :)
I tried a Suzu 80cc for about 30ft one time and hit a phone box thing...STOP - went flying over the handlebars.
I'm getting all kinds of EweToob shorts coming up that appears to be 13 y/o Asian girls on motor cycles now. Where the hell can little girls ride motorcycles on the roads?
I just opened my front door and looked out. Why would creeps in pickup truck freak out, point at me, and run? I think neighbors are drug dealers.
Especially stupid drug dealers since they all have really loud cars. You would think not drawing attention would enter into their minds, but they just don't seem to be very clever.
He's not a perv but he is still an incorrigible horn dog after all these years. I should change his nickname from Pacman to Pachound or Pacdog. I should have tested him for rabies, distemper and STD's but that plan would have gone out the window two seconds after I looked into his eyes again and my heart melted.
I took him out the Saturday before last and he got me tipsy. I said something to him that really pissed him off about my job. He made me stay upstairs Sunday and watch the Judgment at Nuremberg movie. I didn't think he was ever going to speak to me again. They didn't teach that in med school.