Man O Man. A pic of my first bike. That H2 is/was flat scary. The late come on always blew me away. The only bike I ever did a 50 yard wheelie on. Accidentally. I was Under the influence and pulled up next to a Harley who was blipping his throttle at the red light. So I was clowning around and blipping back at him. The light turned green...and my young mind said "GO". I finally pushed the front end back down and made an impossible turn into a 7-11 parking lot a ways down the road. I was shaken up by my foolishness and was just pulling my helmet off when Mr Harley pulled in. He didn't even look at me, knowing I was completely insane at that point. Ah memories.
