2009 Kawasaki Concours, a long way from the beginning, no where
near the end. The C-14 is my latest ride and I invite you to read the
report to see how I got here, or just click on the ZX-14 on the top left.
near the end. The C-14 is my latest ride and I invite you to read the
report to see how I got here, or just click on the ZX-14 on the top left.
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| My Start on two Wheels |
As with most kids, my first experience with two wheels was a bicycle. I
remember getting up that Christmas morning seeing the bright red bike with
a long sissy pole common in the 70's and thinking, "I'm in the in-club" and
can ride with the other daily bike riders. Only problem is my brother, sister
and I had one bike to share between the three of us. First one up got the
bike and If you made the mistake of coming home for a bathroom break or
a drink of water you ran the chance of loosing the ride because at any time
one of us was waiting for the other person to come home. At any giving
moment one of us would be running down the street screaming bring the
bike back I'm not finished...it's still my turn!! You could scream till next
Christmas but all it would do is cause you to loose your voice for the victor
continued to pedaled down the street.
As the years passed, things got a little better because my mother saved all
year so she could buy three bikes, and for icing on the cake we even got 10
Speeds. We were happy, finally feeling just as good as the other kids on the
block. We had a few well to do families in the neighborhood and their
children were able to get the new Mini Bikes that had just hit the market.
Mini bikes back then are the 50cc pocket bikes of today. Now I doubt back
then if they were actually 50cc, but I do know the kids were the rave of the
block, we left our new bikes on the curb and lined up for what seemed like
hours for a chance to ride.
I strongly remember my mothers face in the window as I waited for my turn.
I thought she was just looking out for us, but later found out she was
thinking "why are we leaving our bikes on the curb to play with another kids
toy? As a child, we never see the hurt in our parents. She scrapped and
saved so we could have a bike to ride, and there it lay on the curb discarded
for the latest new thing...
remember getting up that Christmas morning seeing the bright red bike with
a long sissy pole common in the 70's and thinking, "I'm in the in-club" and
can ride with the other daily bike riders. Only problem is my brother, sister
and I had one bike to share between the three of us. First one up got the
bike and If you made the mistake of coming home for a bathroom break or
a drink of water you ran the chance of loosing the ride because at any time
one of us was waiting for the other person to come home. At any giving
moment one of us would be running down the street screaming bring the
bike back I'm not finished...it's still my turn!! You could scream till next
Christmas but all it would do is cause you to loose your voice for the victor
continued to pedaled down the street.
As the years passed, things got a little better because my mother saved all
year so she could buy three bikes, and for icing on the cake we even got 10
Speeds. We were happy, finally feeling just as good as the other kids on the
block. We had a few well to do families in the neighborhood and their
children were able to get the new Mini Bikes that had just hit the market.
Mini bikes back then are the 50cc pocket bikes of today. Now I doubt back
then if they were actually 50cc, but I do know the kids were the rave of the
block, we left our new bikes on the curb and lined up for what seemed like
hours for a chance to ride.
I strongly remember my mothers face in the window as I waited for my turn.
I thought she was just looking out for us, but later found out she was
thinking "why are we leaving our bikes on the curb to play with another kids
toy? As a child, we never see the hurt in our parents. She scrapped and
saved so we could have a bike to ride, and there it lay on the curb discarded
for the latest new thing...
| The beginning of my motorized experience |
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