For me it was the first day of primary school. We had a new teacher at our small country school and he had a bike for transport. I remember it as being a Triumph twin, blue in colour. I remember the chrome Triumph badge on the tank and the twin exhausts. I was wrapped especially when I heard it running for the first time..................sounded magic.

In the back of the family Falcon panel van in Melbourne when I was a little kid when a (I think) Honda 750 four rode past us.
Me "Dad, is that motorbike faster than this car?"
Him " Oh yeah, a lot faster"
Me "ooooooh"

my first recollection of bikes was watching chips on T.V.

Home made Mini Bikes for me, My old man use to get piss off a lot , when he get home to find his Lawn Mower missing it's Engine.

My cousins little Honda when I woz just a wee little squid..

When I was a kid I saw an old red Indian outside the Glengarry pub it just stood out from the rest of the bikes around it and I was hooked.

My art teacher had the coolest Mike Hailwood? replica Ducatti.............the chicks dug him........

My old man had a wreckers yard in uk when i was about ten used to help pull em apart mainly triumph,bsa,norton i just loved the smell weird hey gasket cement and smokes n oil .Remember carrying a crank out of A10 beezer from one side of workshop to other they must have been heavy.Used to get a lift there with uncle on 700 arial constellation
weasel.

I remember, as a little kid, looking out the back window of my fathers EK Holden, watching a motorcyclist following us and wondering how the hell it stays upright.

From then on it was a dream until , 25 Years later, I could buy my first bike (clapped out Suzuki GSX 250) and get my licence.

Could have had one much earlier if I put my mind to it. It's no good just dreaming.

I reckon this'd be it... Me beards a lot shorter and darker of course... he he...