In 1964 the family flew to Holland to visit family. Everything was amazing to an 8 year old boy and the cool uncle gave us kids a ride on his motorcycle. It was almost certainly my first motorcycle ride but I don’t remember being blown away or anything but It was fun cruising through the rural landscape beside canals and fields.
Fast forward a lot of years, and I’m trying to piece together the events that led up to this motorcycle affliction I suffer/enjoy. I figured the uncle’s motorcycle had been either a Harley or a BMW but no one else remembered.
Well. We’re back in Holland to clean up an aunts estate, this photo appeared in an old album. Mystery solved! Cool uncle and his sister posing with the mystery motorcycle.
3 comments:
Cool! Is the bike part of the estate or lost through the annals of time?
R35 or something like. D.
Adding a "Like" & a "thumbs up". Enjoyed the post. Likewise, one of my first rides was on back of a 4-cyl Honda (engine size unknown). I was not blown away. I later had more fun on my friends KV75 minibike. That's when the bike bug hit.
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