I took my first bike ride when I was two years old between my dads legs sittin on the gas tank of his 57 Indian Chief. I remember jumping over the flat top of the railroad bridge in my hometown when I was a few years older on the same bike. I was raised in a small town in North Carolina and my dad took me on many trips back to visit my grandparents in the North Carolina mountians. I feel it is safe to say my biker roots were planted and cultivated from an early age. After riding and rebuilding several minibikes with my dad I got my first real motorcycle, a 90cc Yamaha when I was a young teenager. I sold the 90 and bought a 650 BSA lightning just before my 15th birthday. The day before my 16th birthday my dad and I rode to my grandparents home in Andrews NC to spend the weekend with my grandfather on his birthday. My dad on the old Indian and me on the BSA. It was a 200 mile trip up and 200 back two days later that took us 10 hours to ride. I remember it like it was yesterday. I continued riding that old BSA all thru high school. I was drafted in 1967 and sold the BSA to my best friend after getting orders for Vietnam. It was a great bike that still holds a lot of fond memories from my teenage years.