One of my first rides on a motorcycle was when I was about 15. I was at the fair and they had one of those vertical "Tower of Death" tubes the show guys would ride up the sides in. They asked if anybody wanted to ride and I guess I was the first to put my hand up. they were riding flathead Indians. I jumped on the back and the rider took off and climbed up the sides. he went right to the top for a few laps then started "S" turning up and down the sides. I was loving it. When he landed and I tried to get off, I was so dizzy I could barely stand up. Man, what a great ride! I guess I had ridden with my grandad earlier in life when He was a motorcycle cop, but none of the early stuff stands out like that "Tower of Death." Then late I got a ride on the back of a Matchless around a scrambles track, jumps and all. I know what I wanted to do, but my parents weren't exactly hot about the idea, but they finally capitulated, and I got to go racing. I had a job at the airport as a line boy. The local scrambles rack was about a half mile away, so I spent every lunch hour down at the track learning how to do this stuff, falling off included. My boss would be pissed when I came back to work covered with dirt on his company coveralls. Great times!
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