Honda CT90 in the mid 60's
My father bought a Honda CT90 to use on the farm in the mid '60s. He took a couple of minutes to show me how to start it, how to stop and how to change gear, and I was on my way as an eleven year old kid.
That was my first and last instruction. The School of Hard Knocks was softened by the odd bog and bramble bush.
A couple of weeks after my fifteenth birthday in 1969 I got my provisional licence. A week later I rode 150 meters up the road, did a feet up U-turn, and went back to the testing officer, who then issued my full licence.
I have been riding to get around ever since.
there are old motorcyclists and bold motorcyclists
but you seldom meet an old, bold motorcyclist