In the beginning:
It started at a young age, I was fascinated by automobiles. Having a push car which was a little green jeep that my grandfather bought me was my best friend. From that point on, I was hooked on the forward motion! At the age of 10, I acquired a complete inventory of mini bike parts. At that point, I had only very limited mechanical experience. I just started mating parts together as I thought they should be and the fucking thing ran but not for long. That day I learned about trial and error: the rod bolts let loose and the rod came through the cases.
Next came a Honda 70 trail bike that dad got second hand. He didn't know any better as the thing was a rat assed piece of JUNK! I had to mess with it and screwed it up a little more, till I started learning. At this point, I had all the kids in my neighborhood asking me to fix their bikes and I wound up messing up most of their bike's..... LOL and I actually did fix some stuff but remember, this was my learning curve.
What a year bicentennial was!! Dad broke down and bought a Kawasaki KE 175. Boy, was I happy. I had the biggest bike out of all the guys I rode with. Being the mechanical genius I was at the time, I MESSED that up. I was chased by the police and started my short life of crime running from the cops, as I was caught more than I got away, LOL.
That summer I got a job at my dad's friends place - a junk yard, and boy did my learning curve grow. I had to pass Fun Wheels Honda every day and drooled over the bikes in the show room. At that point, I knew I wanted to be a motorcycle mechanic!!