My parents had a motorcycle many many years ago, then went without until about 9 or 10 years ago. I alraedy loved the idea of bikes - what kid doesn't? So when my father got his 1977 Suzuki GS500 Titan out of the shed it had been in for 12 years, I was all over helping him restore it - I did alot of the grunt work such as polishing all the surface rust out of all the metal and other detail jobs like that, but also learned all the fundamentals about how to use a bike and more importantly how to work on one - intensive carberutor work and all that jazz. I then helped him restore a 1981 Yamaha Seca 550 we got our hands on, becoming more involved in the mechanical side of the restore.
Then, 3 years ago, a used Kawi 500 was on sale for a good price locally (rare in my neck of the woods). I had some money, and my folks lent me the rest so that I could get in the saddle - they were as keen to see me on two wheels of my own as I was. My father was especially - we have spent a lot of time since then on trips (both long and short) together and it has been a great experience both on the road and at home, working on our bikes together. I love motorcycles because they allow my father and I to share a passion together.
I wouldn't trade it for anything.
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*Matt
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