School of Hard Knocks
Friends got bicycles, so I had a go when we visited; I was seven when I started back in about '61. There was no instruction; the adults did their thing and we did ours. In due course we got bicycles too.
My father was among the first in the district to get a farm motorcycle (a Honda CT 90) in '66. He showed me most of the the controls, and told me to ride. He came back a few minutes later and chided me for not having got out of first gear. I complained that he had not shown me how to. Got that sorted in a minute, and that was the end of any instruction.
From then on it was just the School of Hard Knocks, softened by the odd bog or bramble bush.
In '69, I read up the Road Code, then did the written and oral test for my provisional licence a week or two after my fifteenth birthday. A week later I did my full licence test on the CT90..... up the road 100 metres, do a feet up U-turn, and back to the testing officer.
Had one accident on the road and got a couple of speeding tickets as a cocky youth in the mid '70s. Clean record since then.
there are old motorcyclists and bold motorcyclists
but you seldom meet an old, bold motorcyclist
Aj Mick screwed with this post 08-15-2013 at 05:19 PM