For a lot on here I guess this is a pffhht question. Easy peasy. It's taken me about a month to really nail down the first time I ever rode and why. It was 1967..eeek. A property called Clover Creek out past Cobar nsw. And it was an old Vincent two stroke road bike. Every year the whole family went back to the property for muster. It was a hoot. And us kids had to ride ponies...spit yuck cough. And yeah this one year a few of the hired help were on bikes. We hadn't seen that before. I had seen bikes but not for mustering. I liked this. One smell of the fumes. One taste of dust. They took off spinning the wheel. Roaring away. I was hooked. My first stiffy. All the big kids got to ride them at the end of the day if they had any energy left. I still had to be lifted up to get on the seat. How embarrassing. All us youngens were spewing. We wanted to be big. I got doubled but that sucked. Well it was pretty good but I wanted to ride. So anywho with my bro, cousins and the indigenous kids there was still about eight of us under nine. I was six and the youngest. And smallest. We knew this old bike was in the shed. We knew no one rode it. So off we marched into the kitchen to front the big people and demanded that we be allowed to ride the old bike. Being the smallest it was me they all pushed out in front to face the inquest. The big people all roared with laughter and told us if we could get it going we could ride it. We cleaned it to perfection over night after a few useless attempts at push starting it. It was so clean and looked so good it had to start in the morning. We pushed that sucker for at least ten miles the next day. It never once looked like firing. It completely wore out eight highly motivated kids. That takes some doing. Any way last run for the day and I was at the bars. I think only my second time at the bars all day too. We were all pretty down and deflated. We didn't have much hope of it working. And wouldn't you know it. It farken fired up. We were off.... woot. It was like bees to the hive. Eight kids hit and stick like magnets to this bike as it roared up the road. Luckily it only roared for about three seconds and rolled to a stop before I crashed it and was faced with a night of abuse and punches for wrecking a perfectly good bike. That was all it took though. That one little ride and hooked for life.