mornhm - FSO
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Many moons (ok months of moons) ago, I was gifted with a ride down a county road by a friend of the families, he and I were the same age, had a lot of the same interests. Anyway he had a "real" MC (I have no idea what kind, it was small, dirt bike style, no idea if it was street legal or not). I'd ridden minibikes and go carts but not a MC. No body told us it was hard or dangerous or that we should get some training first, so off we go with me at the throttle him kneeling on the back of the seat, holding on for dear life, yelling instructions in my ear. I had no idea how to shift gears on the thing, no idea which lever was which etc. He must have somewhat explained the throttle idea before getting on - not sure he explained that there were multiple positions that it could be used - I think we were probably WOT all the way.
Anyway, somehow we made it all the way to his front yard where we dumped the MC on its side. Might have been just the shot in the arm my "rat" (see "feed the rat for reference) needed. Our parents just laughed at us. My Mother, God bless her is more concerned about me riding now than she was then. I guess kids were either unbreakable, infinitely repairable, replaceable, or all three.
I hadn't thought about that trip for a long time, thanks for the memory lane gift.
Do something that scares you everyday!
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