Things I remember......
I remember my first bike,85 FJ600....that was the year they went to black and red. Damn I loved that bike. It was the first real motorcycle I had ever ridden. My two wheel experience up to that point was mini bikes as a kid.
I went to Purcells in Jax Fl and picked it up....top of the world Ma!
Now this story I am about to tell you is the first time I have told anyone this. I pick the bike up and ride off down Blanding Blvd. like I owned the world,'til I got about 2 miles down the road and the bike started to cough,sputter,wheeze and just generally act a fool before it died.
I get to the shoulder and I am safety wired in the ****ed off position...my brand new bike just quit. Luckily this was before cell phones because as you are about to see, I would have made an aaaaaaassss of myself had I had a phone.
I'm standin there next to a bike that won't start and could think of nothing else to do but pop the seat off...........and there they were...... my leather work gloves that I had brought with me to the dealer. The salesman took pity on me and threw in a set of gloves and so I put the work gloves under the seat....where the inlet for the airbox was...and well, you see where this is going.
So I take the gloves out of the airbox and lo and effin behold....the bike fired right up.
I had 2 miles of motorcycle experience...get off me.
I remember my first real racing experience. Daytona, 1985, and as I head out of the garage I round the corner of the bldg and come face to face with Kevin Schwantz (1993 world effin champ) on a pit bike and we almost hit head on. Nice!
To this day I still tell people how Schwantz "got all in my way at Daytona" and how "I almost ran him over"
True...but not exactly accurate.
I also remember falling and busting my ass chasing a guy with an arm and a half at Rockingham......but we don't need to get into that.
What do you remember?