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03-21-2013, 02:24 AM
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UK GSer
Joined: Sep 2009
Location: All over, usually Wales or England
Oddometer: 2,346
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On a highway with other traffic though? Unless your friend is a field medic and police-level rider, you're probably safer on your own and relying on the general public to ring and ambulance and stabilise you.
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I like my bike because I can overtake 4x4s down farm tracks with a week's worth of shopping on the back. |
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03-24-2013, 11:59 AM
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ocean minded
Joined: Jul 2008
Location: San Diego
Oddometer: 71
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A lot of people have mentioned their parents negative reaction to them getting a motorcycle-thing is, they're a lot more safe than some alternatives. Which is weird because growing up my brothers and I weren't allowed a dirt bike, but something "safer".
Did anybody else grow up riding a three wheeler in the '80's before they stopped making them? My brothers and I used to tear around on one of those things and got in many wrecks. No gear, no helmets, no training. Thankfully, no permanent damage for any of us. Just think it's funny there was this stigmatized perception among my parents that motorcycles were inherently dangerous, but 3 wheelers were not. Pretty much the most unstable design possible. |
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03-26-2013, 01:21 AM
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Hoss Cat
Joined: Jan 2010
Location: Alpine/Cookeville, Tennessee
Oddometer: 1,087
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03-26-2013, 10:08 AM
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ocean minded
Joined: Jul 2008
Location: San Diego
Oddometer: 71
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The only other thing we weren't allowed to own were snowmobiles. People always went too fast through fields and couldn't/didn't stop in time for barbed wire fences, which were usually right at neck level. |
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03-26-2013, 01:27 PM
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Gnarly Adventurer
Joined: Feb 2013
Oddometer: 94
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I'm a pseudo first gen rider. My dad was a baja racer in southern California way before I was born (60's and 70's). By the time I had come along my mom had made him hang up his helmet (and his hang glider too, buzz kill).
I was a mountain biker before I got my first powered 2 wheels, a 150cc scooter. After a few thousand miles I finally man'd up with an F650GS. The hardest call I made was to tell my dad I bought a bike. At age 23 I told him I was considering a Ducati and he had threatened to come see me every six weeks to break another bone so I could never actually ride. Fortunately he has observed that I have grown a lot since that first thought of a bike. He is still nervous but understands with a family of my own to come home to that I don't take risks when I can avoid them.
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03-26-2013, 06:18 PM
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Sophomore
Joined: Aug 2006
Location: The dark heart of the Vampire State.
Oddometer: 120
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Strange how these things happen...
I grew up in a non-motorcycling household until my mother went to work as a bookkeeper for one of the European tour companies (the Mom and Pop one). Of course I ended up hanging out with one of the owner's sons who was a few years older than me and got the the bug (I drank the BMW kool-aide too). After all that exposure to "motorcycling people" Mom & Dad were accepting, if not enthusiastic about motorcycles.
I bought a Honda FT500 Ascot from a kid at college my last semester only to park it a couple of years later until my own kids had grown up and were mostly done with college themselves. pmacb
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03-26-2013, 06:26 PM
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Gnarly Adventurer
Joined: Sep 2010
Location: Glendale-opolis, MO
Oddometer: 237
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First gen here, started at 44, other than having rented a scooter once 20 years before on an island vacation. My parents, friends, wife, etc. all gave me the "it's insanely dangerous" and I bought it.
I came home from work one Tuesday after learning of a 3rd friend/work associate had been diagnosed with cancer. Sitting on a lawn chair with a beer, I asked myself "what if I were next...what would I regret not having done or tried while I could of?" After dismissing 30 minutes with Heidi Klum as not really being an option, the only thing I could really think of was "riding a motorcycle". That was Tuesday night. That Friday night I started the MSF BRC, passed my road test that Monday, bought a used Shadow 750 that Friday which. Next year traded it for a Harley, and then two years later settled down to an F800gs and dual sport riding is my very favorite hobby. One nice thing about starting later in life (6 years ago) is if you have the desire and adequate means, you haul ass and go for what you want. |
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03-26-2013, 09:29 PM
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Adventurer
Joined: Feb 2009
Location: Ukee
Oddometer: 37
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entire family was dead set against bikes. no chance.
i distinctly remember my aunt, who was a nurse, saying she would break both my legs if i ever got a motorcycle. i was 8. |
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03-27-2013, 03:35 AM
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Suerte O Muerte
Joined: Mar 2013
Location: Houston .:. TX
Oddometer: 30
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I was a true first generation rider in my family, motorcycles were considered foreign.
From a young age I always remember wanting to own a motorcycle. Being raised by a single mom, the luxury of owning a dirt bike at the age of 10 was out of the question. In high school I set out to save money and buy my first motorcycle. Upon graduation I picked up a brand new 1983 Kawasaki GPZ-550. It was that old school superbike style that really sucked me in. My first several months on this bike were quite an adventure. Now 30 years later I look back over the years and am glad that the early passion led to a life long motorcycle odyssey. |
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