Motorcycling: How I got started

"You'll shoot your eye out, kid!"


We all remember this wonderful bit of encouragement from "A Christmas Story". Ralphie wants his Red Ryder BB gun and keeps running against a brick wall of perceived danger. It was a similar experience when, in October 2009, I declared that I wanted to learn to ride a motorcycle: "You'll crash! You'll be run over! It's a suicide machine! You'll be a road crayon!" went the loving words of family and friends. As luck would have it I even had a Ralphie moment where I low-sided my aunt's Honda Rebel in a turn at around 10MPH exactly a week before I was to take the MSF course (I have the best luck).

First Contact

Here you will find the ramblings, rumblings, grumblings, musings, ruses, plots, capers, dastardly deeds, flights of fancy, groundless assumptions, and feverish delirium of two American nerds. Our interests run the gamut from history and music to engines and racing (that scale has all manner of degrees in between) so this should be entertaining, at least in theory. In the meantime, find your towel and don't panic.

--JD