March 1980..18years old.
A buddy needed a ride to pick up a new leftover KZ400. Went in to the shop and saw a new LTD550 but could not come up with the cash so I had the shop owner roll a 440LTD out the door a week later. Gravel parking lot put me out on the main drag at high noon. First ride ever. Figured out the clutch in traffic.
My buddy on the 400 was killed by a left turner a month later and it took a while to get back into it but I have ridden a lot of bikes and miles since.
His Mom still gives me that sad look when she sees me in riding gear.
If I still had every dollar I spent on motorbikes I would be a richer man but a poorer person.