1956 Harley Hummer 165. It was old and dog butt slow but man, it was a real motorcycle. Fond memories. On Saturday morning my dad said "come go with me". I asked where (always questioning everything). He just told me I would like it. We went across town and pulled into a yard and there sat a yellow bike. The owner and dad talked a bit then the guys says,
"here, ride it around the yard". I had never ridden a mc but after a short lesson in stopping and starting I took off around the yard. I guess I passed the test since I didn't crash into the dozens of large trees in the yard. Dad paid the man and I rode it home. And, thus began the long lessons on riding especially working on motorcycles. Spent as much time working on the thing as riding.
