Mom said no motorcycle while you are living at MY house!
So at 18, I moved out, and bought a used Sportster (back when they were 1000cc) I can't even remember what year it was - guessing 72 - 74 - it was an AMF bike back then. Took the motorcycle license test on it and passed. Only dropped it once. At full lean, scrapin' the highway peg, on the outside edge of a blacktop road at about 60 mph. Right at the apex of the curve was in intersection with a gravel road. Yep, gravel kicked up all over the black top. Back tire started to go, stood the bike up, hard on both brakes, and rode it into the ditch. Kicked away from it as it went airborne, slid along on my face for awhile, then on my elbow. Bike landed in the ditch with the throttle buried in the dirt, twisted to WFO, the engine still running and the back tire spinning. Got up, and as I ran towards the bike, I thought, "Gee, I might be in shock and be running on two broken ankles". Dove at the kill switch, got up, not too much bleeding, found the seat over the fence about 3 rows deep in the cornfield, slightly bent forks, toe shift peg gone, rode it into town.
Sold it a couple years later after getting married and having a kid. I swore to myself that I would get another bike someday, and each spring I would die a little when I saw the first bikes on the road. That was 20 some years ago, and last year, I bought a brand new 04 black and purple. I've always been a "go big or stay home" kinda guy...
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