About age 10, my brother taught me to ride his Kawasaki. I could barely stand the bike up on my own, and couldn't touch the ground once on it. For about a month or two after learning how to start and ride it, I'd sneak that bike out of the garage every day after school and ride around the neighborhood. To this day, I don't think my brother or my parents are aware of that...and I'm very lucky to be alive to tell this story, LOL! I loved riding, but didn't ride again until my mid-40s, when I bought myself and my boys dirt bikes. In February this year, I bought myself a 650 VStar before I even took the MST course. "Failing" the course never even crossed my mind and, thankfully, I passed. Looking forward to many years of riding!
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