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I was on a bike riding the gas tank with my dad from day one.  He taught me how to ride his 360 Yamaha when I was 4.  He would get me going, put the bike in 3rd gear and jump off the back.  I'd circle the camp yelling for him when done and he would run along side of me and grab the clutch and stop me.  Got my first bike when I was 5 though my sister and I had to share it for a couple years.


My son learned to ride and had his first bike when he was 3 - as soon as he could ride his bicycle without training wheels.  We rode all the time, he is a good technical rider, but not a flat out across the dez rider.  Nothing wrong with that.  He is 30 and still can't keep up with this old man....


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