jroberts427
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The year was 1999. Influenced by the grand riding tales of an old and broken co-worker who still rode a 72 Ducati 750, I bought my first bike. It was a 1991 CBR600F2, with a no name slip on and blue neon lights installed by the PO that lit up the road under the bike. Chicks loved it, or at least I thought so anyway. :cool
I was young and still living at home at the time. I hid the bike at my friend's house for a week so my mom wouldn't find out. Older brother had wrecked dirt bikes a few times and had the scars and casts to show for it. Finally brought it home, told mom and dad I'd ride smart and safe, which I did, sometimes. Got my first ticket on it a few weeks later. Some silliness about riding at night, on the freeway, with a passenger, just over the speed limit, without a license. (Hey I had a permit!) Bike got impounded over the weekend and that was all the motivation I needed to finally take the DMV drive test and get a license. Passed the test on the first try, praying the whole time. Escaped certain death out on a country road late one night travelling at what we'll call "a high rate of speed" when a voice told me to slow down or I would die. (Yes an actual voice!) Slowed down, came over a blind rise and saw farmer Joe backing in his truck and trailer blocking both lanes. Yep, that would have been lights out. Rode slower and smarter after that.
Rode the bike for a year, put about 10k miles on it. Sold it to pay for a 3 week excursion to Israel which was a trip of a lifetime. Got home and bought my VFR800 new off the showroom floor and put 26k miles on that over the next few years.
The F2 was the fastest thing I had ever owned, sounded kinda ratty at idle but great in the upper revs, and got me into riding. Would love to pick up another one some day.
So, what's your story of your first bike...? Post a pic if you have one. :ride
I was young and still living at home at the time. I hid the bike at my friend's house for a week so my mom wouldn't find out. Older brother had wrecked dirt bikes a few times and had the scars and casts to show for it. Finally brought it home, told mom and dad I'd ride smart and safe, which I did, sometimes. Got my first ticket on it a few weeks later. Some silliness about riding at night, on the freeway, with a passenger, just over the speed limit, without a license. (Hey I had a permit!) Bike got impounded over the weekend and that was all the motivation I needed to finally take the DMV drive test and get a license. Passed the test on the first try, praying the whole time. Escaped certain death out on a country road late one night travelling at what we'll call "a high rate of speed" when a voice told me to slow down or I would die. (Yes an actual voice!) Slowed down, came over a blind rise and saw farmer Joe backing in his truck and trailer blocking both lanes. Yep, that would have been lights out. Rode slower and smarter after that.
Rode the bike for a year, put about 10k miles on it. Sold it to pay for a 3 week excursion to Israel which was a trip of a lifetime. Got home and bought my VFR800 new off the showroom floor and put 26k miles on that over the next few years.
The F2 was the fastest thing I had ever owned, sounded kinda ratty at idle but great in the upper revs, and got me into riding. Would love to pick up another one some day.
So, what's your story of your first bike...? Post a pic if you have one. :ride
