My first experience with a motorcycle was when I was in my mid 30's. i always wanted a Harley but since i did not know how to ride a motorcycle my wife convinced me of getting a used bike to at least learn on then get the Harley. Sounded like a pretty good idea too me. So I bought a bike. A small 750cc honda... in mint condition. I got my temporary license, tags, insurance. I am ready to roll. I went down the road a few times. Pretty straight shot. ( no curves) My friends wife stopped over, my wife suggested I give the kids a ride... huh? .... no I was not comfortable with that. So I took off from the house. Got to the first serious curve and hmmm,,, I did't lean very good. It was kinda like a sharp curve but it had a side road. So I ended up going straight. Missed the stop sign.... Good. So I thought it was just a fluke kinda thing so I continued. There was a S curve ahead. I basically could have stayed in the center of the road and would have been ok. But as it turned out I was on the right side and had to lean again. Did not work out so well that time. I hit a huge ditch bank... Of course when I hit, I blew off the handle bars. Kinda looked like superman. I continued to roll and roll and roll. The whole time I was thinking this is gonna hurt. I ended up missing the fence, a bunch of trees and had allot of grass stains. Went to the nearby farmhouse. Asked to use the phone, the older lady looked like i should have called 911. I called the wife and said "the bike broke down" well it did.... she was a little upset when she arrived with my trailer. (With our best friends wife) I tried to roll it on but I couldn't. The older gentleman came with his tractor and helped me load it on the trailer with his loader tractor. He said this reminded him of something he did when he was my age. Of course I said "Oh yeah you wrecked your bike too.... No nothing like that ... he was hauling a freezer and it fell out the back of his truck, in town and he had to recruit some people from the local tavern to help him load it.I did't know where he got that from, as it had nothing to do with me wrecking my bike. I will never know. But it was entertaining. I ended up putting a new front end on the ol' bike. Got it fired up and proceeded to take off down the road.... 55 mph felt like 100mph. So I gave up my dream of riding a motorcycle until I had a stroke..... And that is another story.......

Terry