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Seems like everyone grew up on bikes, always hearing stories about how so-and-so was doing wheelies before they could even walk. I was not that kid! Parents were totally against it, didn't have the money anyway, but I always remember dreaming. Two hour bus rides every day from K-8 staring out the window imagining I was tearing it up on a dirt bike or doing giant wheelies on my GP bike.
Anyway, I helped my mom move the other day and she gave me some old journals I wrote when I was six.. turns out half of them are stories about why motorcycles are awesome.
Just stumbled on this page, circa 1985:
Haha. Funny how it works, I had totally forgotten about all that but 30 years later, my first street bike:
Dreams do come true, lol
Just got a big kick out of this and had to share. First track day in a few weeks and just as excited about the idea as I was in '85.
Must be one or two of you that are late bloomers too.