I will never forget the first time I rode pillion.
I was 6 years old. We were at the chehalis/centralia softball fields. My dads friend Roger had just got a brand new 1984 Honda V65 Magna.
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For some reason my parents let me get on the back of that beast with that man. All I remember is my mom looking at me and saying that I better hang on. I grabbed on to this guys softball jersey (no gear, helmet, anything) and he took off nearly dumping me off the back. Thank god he had the passenger seat back rest because my arms had straightened out and I was holding on for dear life as tight as could be. He zipped down the long driveway of the softball park out to the park road looping back around and then I got off. These guys used to have ice chests of Coors in the dugout even. So, I don't know if my parents friends during my early years were good role models. But, that first ride was unforgettable.
My parents used to let me drive the car down our driveway around that age. And at 5 I actually would drive our tractor as my mom picked up the hay bails. She would pop it in gear and I would steer and work the gas a little and brake, the little I could reach. I could even make pretty good loops in the fields. If we needed to stop I could get down and mash on the brake and stall it out. LOL.
I guess they trusted me on wheels from a young age.