2 of my earliest memories of riding motorcycles...besides riding up and down my driveway 1,347,078 times per weekend. 1) My 1st bike. 1982 Honda xr80L, yup a dual sport. Although, by the time I got it there weren't any signals or lights left on it. For that matter, it didnt even have a clutch cable. I paid a hard earned $100+20 for a gold metal flake 3/4 helmet. My twin brother and I cut our 2 wheel teeth on this beauty (eye of the beholder). I was about 9 or 10. Without a clutch cable we just gave it a push and slammed it in gear. It was a trooper. 2) My 1st 2 stroke and the time I "found the powerband". My 2nd bike was a 1986 or 1987 (cant remember exactly) Yz80. I rode it for at least 4 or 5 months, yes months. The one evening I was cruising up my driveway (long gravel uphill) and all of a sudden it surged onto the pipe and really came alive to my surprise. Of course I had to try a few more times to make sure what I had just experienced was real. Btw, ever since that day I have been a die hard 2 smoker. I immediately ran into the house to show my brother my new found experience. Gotta love a smoker. What kind of old school memories are out there of learning to ride?