LOL, good thread...
My Life With Bikes began when I was 12. My dad brought home a Briggs and Stratton "Goat Tote"; It was a minibike-ish frame with a huge rear tire, shaft drive and a square transmission, and a 10hp motor. It had front disc brakes, and a drum for the rear. I worked on it for weeks, and fixed the drive shaft connection by modifying the only shaft key I could find and got the old tired motor running but while trying to tune it up, I had a temper tantrum and threw a wrench at the bike, busting a hole into the case. Lesson learned, as JB Weld couldn't patch it, and it was toast. (Hey, I was 12...)
I traded it to a kid plus $50.00 for a 1970-something Kawasaki 80 enduro, and rode that sucker for two years learning how to crash, etc...
I traded that one outright to a kid for another 79's bike: a Suzuki trials looking thing in 125cc. It had both spark plug holes completely ganked up, so I went to a bike bineyard to get a new head. Got one, put in two new NGK plugs, cleaned and polished the cylinder/head marriage and put in a new gasket. I ran that thing fr two more years and had a blast on it... When one plug would get sort of slow to rev, (after about a day or two of hard riding,,) you could just pop off the plug wire and stick it on the other plug.
I traded that bike away for a 1979 Yamaha 500 enduro, single cylinder chuffer that my friend and I stripped of all the defective lights, extra wiring, etc. We put in a coil, rigged the ignition, and threw on a HUGE sprocket and the gnarliest knobbly we could find for the rear.
That bike tried to kill everyone who rode it, and has to it's credit four broken wrists, (wheelies! and noe were mine,) three chipped tibias from kickbak upon starting it, including mine, and threw me many times. You could sit on it in first gear idling around and actually feel the cylinder go up and down. What a sick old bike. I sold it to a guy who was into ice racing, but never did see what he did with it. I think he just wanted the motor.
Fast forward to 1994, and I had a 1969 Harley softtail in front of me and a friend who wanted $4,000 for it. It needed TLC, and they warned me I would crash, so I chickened out.
Fast forward to 1996 when a kid gave me a 1984 CB450 four cylinder that was "siezed". I got some friends and we pushed it up three long flights of stairs to get it into my loft space, wher it was propped onto a milk crate, flushed and filled with Marvel Mystery Oil, and there it sat "soaking" for a few days. I got a battery for it, and kicked it until it came unstuck and could be turned over. I took out the carb assembly, stripped them on a bench and cleaned the gum out of them. I would turn it over for 10 mins every day with no spark for a week, and then I drained it, put new oil and a filter on it, and fresh gas, and it fired right up. Pretty smoky at first, but then it ran clean and surprisingly didn;t burn much oil at all. (Gotta love Hondas...)
I made it street ready, got a permit and rode it for a year before I moved back to my hometown. I neede money, so I sold it to a junkyard, (the one I had gotten the head for the Suzuki,) and got $400.00 for it.
The next time I rode was on my brother's new Harley, (1998) softail 883.
I was underwhelmed with that bike, as it didn't deliver even two thirds of the hp that a 4 cylinder KZ750 could.
Which brings me to the next bike I had: A 1981 KZ1000. I had it for two weeks, but it had igntion problems so I decided rather than put more money into it, I sold it to a firend who let me ride it a lot anyway, so it was all good.
Fast forward to three weeks ago!
I got my first new bike ever, the FZ6.
I am "remembering" some of the tricks and traps found in street riding, but the old hard knocks dirtbike experience is still reliable.
If I hadn't had so much experience countersteering on that 500 in sand, I would have surely crashed the other day when I locked up the rear brake.
(Consequently, I have read up on that phenomena, and have been using the throttle to keep a healthy balance between rear and front shocks in turns. -So much smoother.)
There you have it: my riding resume.
PS: I rode horse for a little while after high school as well, not a bad side-benefit to dating a rich horsey-girl.
