Beginnings

I suppose rolling round began a long while ago. It had a pause in the middle started up again.

So, in the beginning I really wanted to drive a car. When I was in my teens everybody else was doing it and so I wanted to as well. My father didn't share the idea that he should be the one to teach me how to drive. I thought up a good trick, tell him that if I didn't I'd buy a motorcycle and ride that. I didn't need anyone to ride with me while I learned, so that seemed to be the ideal threat. He had to do it.

But he fall for the con I was trying to do. He said "OK, buy a bike, but they're too dangerous". I didn't want one, but I had no choice. So way back in 1973, I had to go out on Christmas Eve and buy my first bike. It cost $270 and wasn't the prettiest kid on the block. All I had to do was to learn to ride it. I'd never touched one before.

It was delivered to my house on the back of a truck that same day. It was the only way I had to get it home. Within an hour, I while he though nobody was around, I saw my father begin to clean this old bike. I'll never forget that scene.