I don't golf, bowl, sail or play poker, I ride.

Discussion in 'The Perfect Line and Other Riding Myths' started by millahtime, Jun 15, 2013.

  1. millahtime

    millahtime Adventurer

    Jan 2, 2011
    SoCal, but close enuff to walk to the beach
    and been riding for 44 years now.

    Dad, for whatever reason you brought that step thru ct-90 home for me one day.


    I've been smiling inside my helmet the whole time.

    Hope they have your lucky strikes in heaven and sometime this weekend I'll have a Budweiser for you!

    p.s. thx for not kicking my ass, that time in'73 when i asked you out to the backyard.

    Happy Father's day Dad

  2. txwanderer

    txwanderer Been here awhile

    Sep 1, 2010
    Almost East Texas
    Mine dragged me to the old shed. You know, the one that had every childhood monster you can imagine in it.
    Well, what it had was his old '48 HD. It was in some kinda sad shape after sitting in there some 20 odd years. We rebuilt it and when he sold it I got a street legal ride out of the deal.
    He created a monster. 35 years, a little over a million miles, one wreck, and a happy pillion later here we are. I wish he was still around to ride.

  3. JDK111

    JDK111 Been here awhile

    Jun 22, 2010
    W. Canada
    Ha ha good times.

    Thanks dad for not kicking my ass when the cops brought me home that day in 1975 - and gave YOU the ticket for allowing a minor to drive a registered vehicle (your bike) on the highway. :D
  4. okennon

    okennon Been here awhile

    May 17, 2009
    Surprising and damn flat Suffolk
    Wow dad...thanks for the old Cushman. It's amazing how those little things will define our later years. My brother would break things and I'd fix 'em, decorate them and soup them up. 50 years later I still do.
    Thanks dad
  5. raebear

    raebear Been here awhile

    Jan 1, 2013
    Ely, NV; Grand Junction, CO
    He made me work to buy the rest, to teach me the value of $$.

    This he surprised me with one day and got the whole ball rolling.


    Funny thing is; he was never really a big bike/car guy. Love ya dad thanks for everything!!!
  6. corndog67

    corndog67 Banned

    Jan 24, 2006
    Santa Maria, CA
    My old man wasn't a car or bike guy, but the parents got me a new CT-70 in 1971 or so, and it hasn't stopped yet. Thanks Pop.
  7. trasbeck

    trasbeck Adventurer

    Aug 9, 2009
    Upstate New York
    This guy brought home several boxes one day, around 1969 or so. There was a Yamaha 80cc in there somewhere. Fixing that pile into something resembling a motorcycle was the best way to show me that you had to work to get something. Also developed whatever wrenching skills I may have. Dad died just over a year ago. Father's day not so easy yet, but memories are a wonderful thing.

  8. FotoTEX

    FotoTEX Long timer

    Feb 22, 2007
    Granbury Texas
    Thanks Dad in 1964 you gave me a Honda Trail 70. Followed by a 175 Scrambler, 305 Scrambler, Suzuki X-6 and all the other great bikes that have led me to over 40 years of riding. And am now riding a BMW R1200GS, riding that brand for over 30 years.
  9. gmk999

    gmk999 ____ as a Rotax

    May 2, 2011
    New England
    3.5 Hp of pain-in-the-ass-to-start back in 70 or so but it was FUN to Ride!!.I was the only one of his seven kids with a Motorhead, but he saw it me. years later it was a CJ5. He Knew.. Thanks Dad! Happy Fathers day!!:clap:clap:clap
  10. mitchapalooza

    mitchapalooza Rider is Air-cooled

    Sep 1, 2010
    Bethesda, MD

    The only picture that exists of my dad in his hippy phase, riding his 1973 (I think) tiger.

    He always defended me from my mother on the topic of motorcycles. He also made the rule that if I were to ride something, it better have soul. Cheers, dad.
  11. ddavidv

    ddavidv So money, but doesn't know it.

    May 10, 2009
    Elizabethtown, PA
    I was into cars ever since I could crawl and push one along the floor.

    My father always had a thing for motorcycles. His father always had one on the farm, the last being a Matchless that was still there when he died and they auctioned everything off. Dad probably would have kept it, but it was a "ass backwards" English bike with reversed controls he could never get used to. He didn't have a bike of his own after getting married until I was probably around seven or eight.

    I wanted a go-kart in the worst way but there wasn't anywhere for me to ride one. Instead, he bought me a Tecumseh powered mini bike that failed to start more than it did. Dumped that for a well-used Honda Trail 50. Around the same time he bought a brand new Honda CT-90. Got a Holsclaw 3 rail trailer and would tow the bikes up to our hunting camp so we could ride the dirt roads together.

    When I got to be about 14 or 15 I was given free reign on the Trail 90. The intention was that I would ride it on a few of the dirt roads around our trailer. What actually happened was I rode that thing for hours in ever widening circles, including paved roads. No license. No gear, other than a helmet. Incredibly, I don't ever recall dropping the thing, and I picked up valuable gravel riding skills.

    Once I got my license it was all about cars for me. Dad graduated to a CB360 and later bought a new CX550. It wound up sitting in the garage a lot and he sold it and gave up riding because of problems with his throttle wrist.

    My father and I were wildly different people (I was adopted, which was some of it) and didn't get along that well as I got older. He was in a assisted living facility by the time my interest in bikes renewed a few years ago and I bought my KLR. It was one of the few topics of attempted conversation that really got him interested. He died last year before I got the Wee Strom, a bike he would have been very impressed with.

    My childhood memories with my father are few. He was a distant and detached figure and we didn't do much together. But the one happy memory and gift he passed along was the joy of motorcycling.
  12. BanjoBoy

    BanjoBoy n00bie

    Mar 18, 2009
    Northern CA
    I dun used ta play all them sportz when I wuz a wee lad, but the 1st time I threw a leg over mah bro's doodle bug, (In '68) it wuz all over.
    Thanks fer continuing the addiction w/ the CL175 Pa! :clap



    (Dunno wut yer so happy 'bout, ya dun just married yer sister! :eek1 )
  13. concours

    concours WFO for 44 years

    Dec 2, 2008
    Kensington, NH USA
    Damn! Great thread! Helps me feel better about my motor head addiction:1drink (I couldn't give flying rat's ass about ANY stick & ball sport)
    I remember my Grandfather saying (about my Dad) "He's got gasoline in his blood!" Dad rigged a 3/4hp Briggs washing machine engine on his bicycle at 10yo, felt the need for speed all his life.
    Thanks Dad, for taking time explain HOW stuff works, :deal fix stuff, and be safety aware as we rip it up! Your lessons have served me well.:freaky
  14. viverrid

    viverrid not dead yet

    Jan 26, 2004
    Western Mass
    I don't smoke, drink or play the lottery. So I have little reason to go inside a "convenience store". What was this thread about?