Inception

Not to long ago I wrote about the freedom that came from the first two wheeled adventure machine, and how it changed a little boys world.

That same adventure continued to escalate like most do. Right up until the opportunity to increase the adrenaline made it's self available. Going fast is an addiction that is not easily calmed.

The freedom to go where you want and as fast as you can is quickly learned on a bicycle. It's interesting that no one ever comes along to tell you that if you go to the top of the hill behind the house, give a good push and hold on for your life, that your little eyes will be oped.

It's almost like an infant that automatically knows how to nurse the minute they arrive. Something is just there, call it the devil on your shoulder, saying, " You can do better..."

For some that first near mis is plenty, for others (author included) that first near mis, knocked out, woke up in a ditch was just the tip of the iceberg. That voice still lingered "You can do better..." and the speed increased, along with the risks, even after thirty days laid up in a hospital bed that voice never wavering.

Many have had similar stories with similar results. So it's not surprising that when I came across the all motor monster known as the 1974 Yamaha mx-80 it was met with considerable resistance from people charged with my health and well being.

However, cunning, decent, and a few lies later, I had aquired this machine of mayhem. And those does that had been opened by the freedom of the bicycle got kicked clean off there hinges.

The sound of that two stoke motor pinging away in the driveway was a calling card to the world that I was coming, "and hells coming with me!"

And the first forays into customizing and maintenance had begun. The little monster ran but didn't go, so I would just start it and push it down the street as fast as I could. Then the magical missing item that kept it from going and allowed me to spent my thirty dollar birthday money on it was aquired.

And I'm certain my farther still wonders where that twenty two millimeter socket went to. It went to a great cause,  it went to the inception of my addition to speed, steel and tinkering with things.

I should feel bad but I dont.