My brother and I used to do a fine imitation of kamakazii pilots on out Honda 70's and 90's. The height of my motorcycling youth was the day I jumped over the manure pile. But that is a different story...
When I was still young I got really sick and had to entertain myself with books and computers, then girls and cars. I always admired bikes but didn't think I could ride a real bike...
About a year ago my wife got pregnant and I saw nothing in my horizon but work and death. My wife generously allowed me to take an MSF course to determine if I could still ride. As soon as I got the book in the mail, I read it over and over -I had the book and all of the tips memorized. The day of the class -I was practically spinning.
The bookwork was easy. Re-learning to ride was tougher.
A result of being sick as a kid, my left hand does not work as it should -I don't just pull and release the clutch, I have to request, convince and sometimes coerce my hand to work the clutch. Makes it challenging.
Luckily, riding was even more fun than I remembered it. I droped the in-class Sherpa once but passed the test. It only took a few more weeks of constant begging to get permission from my wife buy an '05 KLR 650.
I have ridden the thing almost daily since I got it. Nothing too long yet but as I was only qualified to do circles in a parking lot ten months ago, I'm pleased with my progress.
My wife is cautiously encouraging, my Mother has no clue about it and most of my friends think I've hit my second childhood.
Wish I'd gotten it sooner!