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Are those actual pictures of your old bikes? Drew
Man I wish! They are just Picts I found on the Internet. They do look exactly like the ones I had.
Are those actual pictures of your old bikes? Drew
The tv series,"Then came Bronson"
Robert Craig Knievel...
Dad.
For me, mostly my father-in-law. That said, I have always been intrigued by motorcycles, but my parent's pretty much had the attitude that if I bought one I would die within 6 months. I always thought that was strange since I knew old guys who had been riding longer than my parents had been alive.
Anyway, one day my FiL gets the hair-brained idea to buy a motorcycle to get to work. He figured it was only 2 miles to work, so he could save a lot of abuse on his car by not driving it. He buys a cheap used KLR250 which was perfect for that role. Anyway, after he had it a while he one day asked me if I wanted to ride it around his driveway. Well, sure. Why not? After bruising the back of my leg with the kickstart I finally got going.
And never really stopped
I should come up with a reason to buy it from him. He almost never rides it since he now rides his bicycle the 2 miles to work.
That KLR would make a good second bike. Drew
Agreed! Now if I can convince his daughter (my wife) that it is a good idea for me to have two...
The tv series,"Then came Bronson"
wow... maybe that was it. On Any Sunday is another big possibility for me.
I'll never forget my first ride. A Rupp Roadster at my cousins' farm. I took off, came around a corner, sideswiped my uncle's truck door, and bent the forks, which had springs in them, and maybe an inch of travel. I was mortified, and hid in my dad's truck for an hour. birth of a squid.
days later, whenever I could get out there, I'd ride the thing until it ran out of gas, fill it up, and ride some more. finally got a Mini Trail 50, then the 70, then it all went crazy. my uncle gave me a Bridgestone 90 that no one on the farm could get running. I'll never forget the day after weeks of tinkering without a clue, I rolled it down a friends long driveway, and it started! there's a 180 degree curve around the homestead up in Iowa. mom was planting flowers next to the house. she FREAKED when I came roaring up the street and around the corner and down the hill at what seemed to be warp speed back then. I came back in the yard and gently crashed because I didn't realize the back brakes barely worked. my uncle had assured the folks I'd NEVER get it to go. mom went inside, got uncle Joe on the phone, and read him the riot act. I fired it up and took off again, until the cops stopped me, and made me put it away.
WOW... thanks for dislodging that ancient nugget!!
How did she ride with those bent forks? The TWT crew are experts at dislodging things!
figured someone would catch that.
the forks weren't hard to straighten back out, but the end result was, no travel at all. the tubes were bent too much to allow for the tiny amount of spring they had. a year later we tried putting the nuclear two stroke motor off of his go kart on the frame. it worked, but between being lightning fast for the tiny frame with little brakes, and the constant hassle from the Tillotson carb, it was scrapped. I think we had discovered girls about that time anyway.
You never did say what punishment you recieved?
none. it was an accident. my humiliation was sufficient, and their instructions on how to ride it weren't. Joe pulled the inside panel off the truck door, and pushed the dent back out.
we were double cousins. dad and his brother married mom and her sister. they came up hard, and were just very mellow. I pulled an amazing amount of stupid **** over the years, and never could get a rise out of them.
day I got my license, I managed to spring the passenger door on dad's truck messing around with friends, and pulling back to the house got pulled over by a cop with his gun out, right as mom came outside. apparently, one of my "friends" had broken into his uncle's house and stole a gun, which I knew nothing about, but as it was that truck that was seen near the house.....
nothing came of it, but I always wondered if the folks regretted adopting me. lol....