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When I got my motorcycle, my co-workers were surprised. I'd talked about it before, but they thought I was just talking because I don't seem like the type to ride motorcycles. And they're right, I'm not the type to ride motorcycles.

I am very much an internet nerd. I could wax on for hours about how fanfiction is legitimate literature, and lament the fact that the U.S. doesn't get any animated shows aimed at an adult audience because Disney has fostered the image that it's a kids-only thing. I'm passive, slow to speak, and always stumble over my words. I have not an ounce of mechanical talent, needing the manual just to make sure I'm checking my oil correctly and detailed, step by step instructions to change my brake fluid. I don't think I'd ever be comfortable riding in a group, because I'd feel completely out of place.

I didn't like motorcycles as a kid, never even thought about them really. It didn't come to me until I was twenty. I was in Spotsylvania County, Virginia at the time, and in love with the area. Coming from Utah, I'm used to open space. The wide open spaces in and around the city are ugly. The wide open spaces in the desert are pretty but you've got to be dedicated and willing to put up with some very uncomfortable weather to appreciate it. We have our forests in the mountains, but they're nothing like what I saw in Virginia. It more green there in the middle of winter than I ever saw in the spring or summer here. I wanted to be out in it.

I swear there were more sport bikes than flies, and every time I stopped next to one at an intersection, I felt like I was still inside. I looked over at them and could already feel what it was like to be on a bike. I could feel what it was like to take off ahead of the cars, what it was like to lean into a deep corner and open up the throttle, and what it was like to cruise through a tunnel of trees in the middle of nowhere. I wanted that feeling.

That's actually most of the reason I've only ever considered sport bikes. I don't have a burning need to go super fast, but I love the way they look and feel. I feel more exposed on one of them, more active and part of my surroundings, and that's worth putting up with a less comfortable riding position and no storage space.

Someday, when I can buy a new bike that I trust to make the journey, and when I've built up my riding endurance, I'm going to take it to Virginia and ride the back roads. I just hope the construction hasn't advanced far enough to overtake everything by the time I make it.
 

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How long has it been since you have been in VA? You may have to go further west and south.

Watched "Wild One" on TV and knew I wanted a bike. In 64 I bought a Honda CB160 (not really Wild One material). I was on my way
 

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It's been seven or eight years. At the time, the top half of the county was being assimilated into the DC metro area, the middle was mostly country and old property that would be expensive if the family that had owned it since the Civil War ever decided to sell, and the bottom was rich estates.
 

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I try to stay out of northern VA, but it is almost solid from Dale City north.
 

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There was something deep inside my psyche that drew me towards a life of riding. First real motorcycle was a 1958 PUCH, 125cc, 2 stroke, 3 speed, right foot shift, old hunk of junk that my Dad bought me to ride under the power lines nearby where we lived. First legal streetbike was a brand new Honda 50cc, C110 "Meet the nicest people on a honda," like the Beach Boys sang about. My folks bought it for me when I got my learners permit to drive the car and a bike, when I was 15 1/2 in 1962. Fast forward, 78 bikes later and here I am, still hooked and loving it.

I spent maybe 2 hours, riding a 1962 Honda CUB, 50cc bike in a school parking lot when I was about 14 and it was then and there that I caught the incurable Motorcycle Virus.

I don't drink, don't smoke, don't chew and don't go with the girl's that do, so what else can I do for fun?????:biggrin:
 

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I've told the story before, but 2 years ago I took the BRC because it's free, and I had quite a bit of time off my primary job for vacation. It wasn't until I was riding down a country road on a wonderful day to a part time job that I realized "it would be nice if I was on a motorcycle right now". That's when I started saving up for the bike.
 

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I try to stay out of northern VA, but it is almost solid from Dale City north.
I can see why. Driving anywhere in north VA was a nightmare. They were crowded and filled with people who all learned to drive in different states and different countries and had different driving cultures. It was nearly impossible to predict what any particular driver was going to do. And I knew people who had a three hour commute into DC.
 

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Back when I was about 10 years old I would ride my bicycle around pretending to be on a motorcycle. As soon as I had met the required age to drive I started to put together the needed money to buy a bike and at 18 I owned one outright. When I was around 23 years old California came out with motorcycle license endorsements so when I renewed my license I did it by driving my bike to the DMV and taking the test. I have been a licensed rider since then and am now 67 going on 68.
 

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:biggrin:CDRW, I had a brand new 1986 VF500 myself and what a nice little bike!

I'm also a hopelessly involved computer person myself and I own this business: www. carthageelectronics.com

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Huh, that was my first bike. Same model, same year. :71baldboy:

Your website looks professional and reliable, so I'm forced to assume that your business is as well. :icon_cool:
 

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Actually it was economics that put me on a bike. Back in 74-75 time frame, California started the first manufactured gas shortage. That lack of being able to find fuel did it for me.

But it didn't take much to push me over the edge as I had always had this desire to try being a bad boy as it were. Anyway I got a bike just to get back and forth for work. Wasn't that far. Maybe 5 miles.

But when you have a gas hog car, Cadillac, getting 50 miles to the gallon sounded good. The rest is history.
 

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Grew up on a farm with a cow/calf herd and thus riding horses. Some of my neighbors and cousins had Cushman scooters for running farm errands and it made me drool for something to ride that didn't require oats and hay. In my early teens I became friends with the sons of the owner of the motorcycle shop about a mile away. We could ride any used bike they had anytime we wanted and I was hooked. They were also the first import motorcycle dealer in Nebraska so I was able to try out the metric bikes when they began to appear. The first motorcycle I ever rode was an old Triumph T3.
 

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I could already feel what it was like to cruise through a tunnel of trees
Don't forget the incredible fragrance of the magnolia blossoms....

When you're ready, head down to Mississippi. Cherokee Mississippi. Start at Natchez Trace H.D.

Jump on the beautiful, Natchez Trace, sans trucks and signs for scenic 50 miles, then jump off to Hwy's 4 and 5 through Booneville, Holly Springs Ridley, Senatobia, ...

You can ride almost all day long in an ever unfolding shaded tunnel of trees, along twisty two lanes, a pickup truck here and there. Eat BBQ.

End up at the casino at Tunica, 75 miles south of Memphis.

Growing up some of the "other kids" in the hood got to ride minibikes. One or two upgraded to a Trail 50 or Trail 70. I was banned from even SITTING on motorbikes, under threat of NOT being allowed to obtain my driver's license.

I recall standing in the high school parking lot thinking how "cool" the motorcycles parked there were, how lucky the kids were who were allowed to ride them, and of the freedom they gave their owners while the rest of us waited another year to obtain a learner's permit.

And walked.
 

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In 1978, California had another so called gas shortage and rationing. At the time I had a brand new Chevy Silverado, Heavy half, factory 454 special! What a big block but it got about 7 mpg in town and maybe 12 on the highway. I worked 36 miles away so the mileage and rationing wouldn't work for me----so my Wife that worked just a few miles away, drove my truck and I bought a brand new Yamaha RD400 and rode it to work. I siphoned a tank full every day when I got home, from my gas Hog Chevy. The older guy that owned the Chevron station just loved my wife, so whenever she needed gas, he'd just do it for her!

To this day, I still hate the taste of Gas!

Sam:biggrin:
 

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Guess I caught the bug at about 3 years old,used to climb up on my brothers BSA and pretend I was getting it.Rode friends mini bike at about 6 years old a lot,moved up to another friends dirt bikes at about 12 or so and finally got my own Yamaha 175 enduro at about 14,ended up chopping it into a dirt bike.Then got my first street bike at 15 and here I am 35 years later,what a ride!!
 

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It all started when I was a wee little lad (as opposed to the wee little adult I now am) of the age of 12. This was the year of greatness. This was the year that Yamaha introduced it's new Uber-Mega Death Machine on two wheels; the 1200cc, 140hp V-Max.

It was on a warm, late spring day when my Mum and I were walking up the street to a small Mom&Pop store to pick out some movies to watch. Little did we know that someone in the town had gone and bought one of those Death Dealing menaces to society, motherhood, sanity, and old men with pacemakers. (BTW, it was, and still is, made out of 120% F##K YEAH!) This was the machine that inspired the movies Mad Max and Star Wars, Ronald Reagan to run for President, resurrected Lazarus, and caused Hiroshima to explode in a fit of awesome! (Yes, I know, all that happened beforehand, but IT HAPPENED cause timey-wimey wibbly-wobbly, Time Lords, and s##t.)

It was parked outside the store.


We approached this demonic deity of destruction and multiple speeding tickets, and all I could hear was trumpets and a chorus of angels. (OK, it was actually a Randy Rhodes guitar solo, but that is beside the point) My mum looked casually at the bike just a bit, then looked at me. There was this starry-eyed glint in my eyes.


My mum looked back to the menacing icon of fatality inducing fun.


She looked back at me.


My mum did what any sensable mum would do. She started praying.


I just made plans to sacrifice my brother to the Motorcycle Gods that I might have one. I still do not know where Mum hid that chef's knife.
 

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When I was a boy, this ad came on the TV and made me want to get a motorcycle. I was into ninjas at the time (the black clad assassins, not the kawasakis) so naturally my attention was grabbed by this commercial. 1986 I believe was the year. I would have been 8 years old.

http://youtu.be/q0pnxAg8f-I
 

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Very funny BD:biggrin:

That made me remember when I bought my new 1989 V-max and how it felt to pull out of that dealer's driveway, with a huge smile on my face! What a bike: The way it looked and especially the way it sounded at idle, something like a small block chevy with a hot cam. Although I'd had some very fast bikes before that, nothing compared to when the engine hit 6,000 rpm's and fed every cylinder with 2 carbs and that thing lunged ahead like a rocket ship! I just wished that it had a larger gas tank and a comfortable seat, then I probably would have kept it longer.

I don't think that anything will accelerate to say 90 mph as quick as the V-max but passed that point, I've had at least 2 Supersport bikes that absolutely would outrun it in a heartbeat and especially on the top end.

Oh memories!

Sam:biggrin:
 

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Porky said:
To this day, I still hate the taste of Gas!
Yep, me too. But you did what you had to then as well as now.

BTW...it still tastes lousy! Can't they add cinnamon or tequila or beer or some darn flavor????:p
 

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A friend had a brand new Honda 50 and he let me ride it. I had to have one. I got a Honda 90, had to go bigger. Then to BSA, Matchless, Honda 250 scrambler. 1939 Harley, hated that bike, Yamaha 500, Suzuki 850, then Goldwing's
 
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