My parents had four boys, we grew up in suburban Ct. near a lake the was our social hub, every kid in the neighborhood was there at anytime after school. It’s where we learned about life, mostly social life. We all had bikes and as we grew older mini bikes and go carts. My dad bought an old Yamaha for my brothers and I to ride and we shared and maintained it pretty well. Mostly my two older brothers used it and took care of it. I was maybe nine or ten and one of the dads down the street had an Harley Electric Glide, a beautiful bike. One Saturday he was coming up the street towards his house I was walking towards him he stopped and said “ hop on “ we road around for awhile and that was it, I was hooked. I was twenty one when I bought my first bike, a 1969 BSA lighting. I knew very little about it and this was long before Google and the internet. We asked people went to the library and got how to books and just did it. There was a lot of trial and error and if you learned you were confident enough to trust your work. There were a few times I got stuck on the side of the road, but some one was always willing to help. I rode that bike for five years two of which I did in the winter.