The year was 1985 and I had just gotten my student loan money for going to college and had a few dollars left over. I knew exactly what I wanted, It was going to be something fast and have 2 wheels. My parents had swore to me that I would never have a motorcycle as long as I lived under their roof. Even though my dad had several motorcycles over the years and was currently riding a nice harley davidson sportster xlh 1000.
So out I went in search of my first 2 wheeled girl friend and it wasn’t long before we found that a friend of a friends dad had a bike that had been sitting for a few years. He had dropped it and was afraid to get back on it. But he was willing to sell it. So I gathered up my cash and took off to the friends dads house, not even know what kind of bike it was or how bad it was wrecked. All I knew was that I was ready to ride. We arrived and the dad took me out back to the garage and he opened the door and in the back under a cover was a motorcycle. He took the cover off and it was love at first sight. It was a 1982 honda cx500 custom. I was in awe of the vtwin engine, sticking way out on each side of the bike, the shaft drive was a bonus I was sure it had to be fast.
Looking her over closely I couldn’t believe she was hardly damaged at all. A scratched muffler, a broken lever, a cracked turn signal and the best art of all she only had around 900 miles on her, hardly even broken in. The next 30 minutes was a blur me talking about my love of motorcycles and my hopes of buying my first bike, even though my parents forbid it. All that was left was settling on a price. I had told him I only had 500 dollars to spend and I was sure he wanted much more for the motorcycle. He must have took pity on me or had a soft spot of a 18 year old kid and his first bike. He sold it to me for $300. So that I would have some money left over to repair the few battle scars.
We quickly loaded up the girl and took her to my house. Knowing what my parents had told me I wasn’t sure if I would have a place to sleep that night or not. We arrived at my home and luck was still with me, both of my parents were not home. I came up with a quick plan of attack to convince my parents that me and my ride could stay. I took the motorcycle into the house and set it up in the living room right where no one could miss it. I then waited patiently for my parents to arrive. They soon pulled up and I waited to go inside the house with them. My mom opened the door and went in the house then my dad. They both started laughing at the bike sitting in the middle of the living room. It was some sight to see, it is not very often a motorcycle is parked in the middle of the family living room. They quickly realized I was getting a motorcycle and there was nothing that was going to stop me. I rode that honda cx500 for 2 years and put more than 40000 miles on her. Top speed was around 98 miles a hour and that was down hill with the wind at my back. You always remember your first love and your first motorcycle. Tell us about your first motorcycle in the comments.