Remember your first dirt bike ride?

I also crashed into a fence. Broke my collarbone.

Lesson learned: Before you let your friends make you do something, make them teach you HOW first.

XR75, early 80's. It was Loxahatchee Florida and a guy let me ride his bike. i started off ok grinning ear to ear and cruising WFO down a trail. I didn't know it dead ended at a canal. All I remember is waking up on the edge of the canal with my face barely out of water and the bike laid over near the edge but not wet or damaged. This was before the big cities were built there and there was a dozen big gators on the opposite edge. I didn't even know how long I was out for. If my parents would of found out I would not of spent most my life on a dirt bike. Good times.

I went under a chain link fence and got stuck there. Pull start Montgomery wards minibike with tiny wheel and a Briggs and Stratton. Slid on the grass and went under the fence sideways.

Hmmm...I rode in circles, until I yelled for my Mom, to catch me. I could not touch the ground, so she had to grab the bike as I approached to stop, and rest.

I rode the entire week end, in1962

this is probably the funniest story i have: i was 8, my brother had received a honda mini 50cc for christmas. we had just moved to georgia and there was a huge field he would ride in. he was going to try and teach me how to ride. i stood on the clutch side and reached over and took the throttle. before i knew it, i was running beside it as fast as i could and my brother was chasing me and yelling "LET GO OF THE THROTTLE!!!!! LET GO OF THE THROTTLE!!!" but before i did that....swooooshh...into the briar hedge i went. at least that stopped me

Funny story supr fly tnt. My first experience was on a Honda Super 90 although there was nothing super about it. It had a pillow bunge corded down to the frame for a seat, had to push start the pig and I bought it for 35 dollars. Alley's were our friend and we could go all over town going through the alley's. When she finally croaked, I pushed it down to the local Honda shop and said you can have it, maybe some kid will want to fix it up. Their reply was, and I was 12 yrs old at the time, get that P.O.S out of here. I was crushed...

The first cycle I ever owned was a Monkey Wards minibike that had been sitting behind someone's house for years. I pushed it home with the back wheel locked up because it was free and I wanted it so bad.
I took the engine apart and discovered the piston had rusted to the cylinder wall.

In 1979 my Dad bought me a new XR80 after a year straight of begging. I think he still regrets that decision. I remember my first crash, coming around the corner of a trail, seeing by buddy coming the other way and eating it hard.

I have three plates and eighteen screws to remind me of my last dirt bike ride.

BONANZA MINI BRIGGS....putted around a small dirt field, very flat thank god. couldn't stop smiling and gigglin.

1972 Yamaha GT80-Mini enduro, School mate of mine let me ride his, I was hooked after that !!!!

HAHAHA!!!! I saw that vid on youtube... And all the comments were shit talk about you...I feel sorry for you.

My Taco Frijole Briggs smoked your Bonanza.....!

1969. Alamo, CA.

MR

On Chrismas in 1980, Santa left a Suzuki JR 50 under the tree. My dad took me to a lot next to our house and rode into a brick wall. Surrounded by neighborhood kids cheering, I got up with a laugh and rode again. Without those cheers, I doubt I would have gotten on the bike that quick.

well..im just glad i wasnt the only one to freeze up, lock onto and something and hit it

A friends GT80 in Prescott AZ. on summer vacation end of 8th grade,
You could ride the powerline trails so far that you had to watch how much gas you had used.

Briggs and Stratton.1967.It was a gentler time.

My next door neighbor had a TY80 and I used to hassle him to ride it all the time>One day he FINALLY let me ride it after I convinced him I knew how to ride.I revved the shit out of it and crashed it within 20 feet of where I started

It's amazing how many of us crashed the first time we rode anything, lol.

Here's my crash story... I was probably about 14 and even smaller than I am now. My uncle put me on his 70s 250 enduro bike. I had driven tractors, so was familiar with a clutch, but that wasn't the problem. The bike was a monster weight wise for my small size at the time. It was at the farm, and I was started way too close to a piece of farm equipment. I let out the clutch and gave it some gas, but it went faster than I expected, and I didn't have time to react and try to turn, so right in to the back corner of the hay chopper I went. Crunched one of my fingers, but otherwise uninjured. Didn't try to ride for a couple of years after that, on a lighter bike in a more wide open area, and no crashes that time.

my first was a briggs and stratton, i came home from school one day and there it was sitting in my living room. my first ride was with that bike in my front yard witch is mostly flat.

Me and some buddies were riding our BMX bikes around the local cemetary where there were some trails. I was about 8 and a real small kid. We came across an older kid riding his dirtbike. I think it was a Honda MR50. He asked if I wanted to try it and I said Hell yeah! He put me on it and off I ripped. I went careening up through the tombstones bouncing off of them but avoiding a major collision. I made it through and back around to the clear area where I wiped out. It was scary as hell. That bike seemed so fast! LOL To this day I still remember the smell of the gasoline and the vibration of the bike.

I wanted a bike so bad after that. All the lucky kids in our small town had "dirt bikes" and rode all over the place. We were given a few basket cases but never got any of them running. One was an old-ass Zundapp. The other was a Sachs "Sundowner". I used to push that thing around just so I could coast it down hills and act like I had a "dirt bike".

Finally, my dad was given a few boxes of scrap parts for those briggs & stratton fat tire mini-choppers. From those boxes we pieced together a running bike. My brother and I shared it and we rode that thing endlessly in the alleys and local trails.

Soon, my buddy got a real bike, a 1973 Yamaha GT80. I was so envious. One day, he let me ride it. I got the hang of the clutch pretty quick and was so stoked on that thing. Eventually, he moved up to a Hodaka Ace-100. My Dad bought his GT80 for me for $150 and I worked it off in the garage. Finally, I had a real Dirt Bike !!!!

I rode that GT80 every day. A few years later we got a 78 YZ80 and then eventually an 83 YZ80. I was always a real scrawny kid and never was able to reach the ground on any of these bikes but I never knew any different and it never slowed me down. About this time, we ran across a guy at the homemade local track who had a KTM 465 (?) He asked if I wanted to ride it so, of course, Hell Yeah! I was about 11 yrs old. When I sat on it, my feet barely reached the pegs with my knees straight. He fired it up for me and I used a big rock to get going. I could not beleive the power that thing had compared to my 80! LOL I cruised it around a little brapping the throttle and then he had to grab me to stop. Those were the days....

FGR01, Great read!

1968 on a B & S minibike. got throttle lock and headed for a wall in the parking lot I was riding in. Got it back under control and rode it untill I ran out of gas.

Life was never the same again.

I rode my neighbors PW50 about 15 feet into a barbed wire fence when I was 7 or so. Once my dad knew I wasn't hurt (bad) he says, "No Dirtbike for you until you're at least 10"-he came thru, at age 10 he got me a used XR80

great reads from all of you...

It's pretty bad when we wake up unconscious and consider it a "good time"...wtf's the matter with us anyhow?

KW859 on his 1st bike.....still has it.......ain't he cute

1983 kx125

That was also my 1st real bike (but learned on a Z50)

cool

I remember mine...Yellow PW50 with the black plate on the front with a white number one.

Got on it, pinned it, took a hard right into this bank which turned me left, kept it wide open down the back yard until i slid out 10 yards before the woods. Could of been really bad. Then figured it out and just rode circles around my house for the next few hours until it ran out of gas.