read the state manual twice, former roomate taught me the gearbox on his ancient trials bike and picked everything else up following my friend kevin (rip) around through south jersey on my hurricane 600

Louie - sort of. We borrowed a friend's TTR125 and ewnt out to a friend's house - he showed me the controls and set me loose. He caught me pulling wheelies and came back out of the house. Then I took MSF and practiced on my own....then I hit the track and Novice school with about 100 street miles under my belt

Unofficially? Me - I stole my brothers CT70 one weekend and crashed into my dads boat trailer, the shed, and the fence.

Officially, my brothers and my dad all had a hand in teaching me how to ride.

Myself and comon sense, backed with a child hood of riding ATCs.

My dad showed me where the controls were(he taught me how to drive a manual car when I was 8), and sent me on my way when I was 12.
No gear, no helmet, just a borrowed exciter 250 and some enthusiasm.

This reminded me of my cousin. When he was about 10 he would ride my husband’s dirt bike around our property. He was just tall enough to reach the pegs. He had a milk crate to get on it with and he would have to yell for someone to “catch” him when he was ready to get off. :lol:

My husband taught me how to ride dirt. When I went to street riding I took the MSF class.

it wasnt necessarily motorcycles, we had a bunch of different toys around the house when I was growing up. Sleds, ATV's, my first bike was a pw50 and then a little cr ( i believe 80 or 85cc), but I was never allowed to have one after that, so it was quads and sleds till I was old enough to buy my rc51 (oddly enough, after forbidding me from having a bike for years, he cosigned for a race-bred steetbike???), the rest is history.

:lmao:

I really don't remember who taught me. I am pretty sure it was on a 4-wheel that required shifting and stuff, but no idea when or how.

One Thanksgiving I jumped on my brothers KX100 and off I went riding around Grandma's yard. I failed to remember where the rear brake was at (to use with the front) and grabbed a handful of front. I ended up crashing in the middle of the yard, but got up and continued on my way. He never lets me live that down.

my dad taught me on a honda trail 90 then a ttr 125 then a bit on a rm250 was a blast learning especially since he went riding with me when i got the basics down.

Shit I still need that for dirtbikes.