I remember it vividly. My first motorcycle when i was just 12 years old on my papaws farm in Lake Creek, TX. As a kid, riding a motorcycle was one of the most liberating feelings I can remember. It is even still today. That ol’ bike was a Suzuki TS 75. A little ol 75 cc motorbike that didn't have much flare, but was the best thing I could imagine as a 12 year old. It was my papaws bike. He was about 60 years old at the time, and I don't know why he decided to start riding motorcycles at that age, but he did. We would come and visit him every other weekend or so from Dallas before we eventually moved to Delta County. I learned to ride real quickly, and from then, I was riding as much as possible. My mom and step dad eventually bought the bike from papaw, and he ungraded to a 250 cc Honda, then eventually an even bigger bike. During this 4 year period of my life, I found every back road in Delta County (TX) and I became infatuated with dirt bike riding. Although my motorcycle was just a little trailbike, I longed for the day when I could fly high on a real dirt bike like a RM 250, or CR 250. I collected all sorts of articles and pictures and pasted them on my bedroom walls. Until then, I was often gone. Fishing, shooting my BB gun and just exploring the dirt roads and pastures wherever my 2 wheels would take me. I must say looking back that this time was one of the best of my life. While I can't remember much of my High School days, I do remember the ages of 10 to 14 and the exploration that two wheels gave me.
During my freshman year of High School, my parents bought me a Suzuki SP 125. Boy was it beautiful! So much more powerful and it had the ability to get me even more places. Within a month of getting it, I let a friend of mine ride it, and she wrecked it with me on the back. She had a motorcycle of her own, so I didn't think she would have a problem with it. Plus I was on the back. Anyway, it got broke up pretty bad. Needless to say, I was grounded and my folks had to pay several hundreds of dollars to fix it. Lesson learned. A few months later, we moved to Garland, TX when I was 15 and my riding days were over for a while. It was the city after all. I had no license, no backroads and all concrete. Every now and then I would sneak it out and ride it to school. I didn't have a license, but I did it anyway. Looking back, it could have gotten me into a lot of trouble, but I was a 15 year old kid after all. We do stupid stuff. At least I did. Within a year of moving back to the city, the bike became the main prize in a football pot thanks to my dick head step father. But that's another story. My riding days were over... at least for about 3 years.
When I turned 19, I went out and bought a brand new Kawasaki 454 LTD. It was a beautiful machine. I remember the day I bought it. I was young and dumb and paid way too much for it, including a high interest rate but I didn't care. I was beautiful. I kept it for a couple of years until I had the need for a new truck and couldn't afford payments on both. My good friend Jon took it off my hands and agreed to make the last few payments on it. I agreed, basically giving it away really cheap. But... sometime you just gotta do things like that to make ends meet. My motorcycle days were over once again, but not for long. When I turned 21, I made my dream of being a dirt bike rider come true. I went out and bought a Honda CR 125 dirt bike. Boy this was it. Big jumps, mud, trails, water, you name it. It was now possible and I was there. I spent time at most every motorcycle park around Dallas for a few years, slinging mud whenever I wasn't playing in my rock band or working. These were some special days indeed. I became a career guy when I was about 23 years old and put all the fun stuff on hold for a while. My main focus was trying to get rich (Ha).. Still working on that today. But I ended up selling the Honda when I was 24 or so and started working all the time. Just a word of advice. Don't do that. All work kinda sucks. But once again, my riding days were over but this time for a longer period of time.