Ride Free... I remember the first day that I rode anything that had two wheels with a motor. Like most other important lessons and encounters in my neighborhood, it took place in the alley behind my house. Someone’s dad welded a frame and put a Briggs &...
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Ride Free... I remember the first day that I rode anything that had two wheels with a motor. Like most other important lessons and encounters in my neighborhood, it took place in the alley behind my house. Someone’s dad welded a frame and put a Briggs & Stratton engine in it...with no brakes. A couple of sketchy runs down that alley and I knew this was something I needed to do more often. That was 51 years ago when I was only 7. Several years later I was introduced to my first solo Harley ride by an old gnarly 1%er who’s clubhouse was on my paper route. He was out back one day wrenching on his skoot when I stopped by to admire his rat bike. After I annoyed him enough he finally offered to let me try to ride it. With toes barely touching the ground, I got er rollin’ down the alley, around the block, and right back to where he was waiting on me. Good thing, because the brakes were all but gone. He must of saw the look on my face, because he stepped in front of the bike and stopped me. Ri
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