What got you interested?

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I have a 12 year old neice who started digging around her dad's barn and she came across an old hodaka dirt squirt I had stored over there. She got the thing to fire up and started riding it around the yard after being parked for over 25 years!
Anyway, it got me thinking about girls and dirtbikes; what was the motivating factor in starting to have an interest in riding dirt. I always figured that it was because the girl was interested in some guy who was into dirtbikes, but I see I was clearly wrong, at least in my niece's case.
So, if you don't mind my asking, what got the women here at DRN to get involved in dirt bike riding?
 

squeaky

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Your theory about being interested in a guy who rode dirt is correct in my case. I started riding dirt when my stepfather (Papakeith) put together an '86 XR200 for my mom, who he wanted to get into the sport. I decided to tag along with him and boyfriend at the time to the local pit. I figured if they were going to be out there playing in the dirt every weekend I wanted to have an opportunity to spend some time with them. So, I got on that XR and was determined to learn. I spent the first couple of months putting around in 1st gear doing nothing but riding around in circles. I finally started to get the hang of it and got a little more daring, trying different gears, and even venturing into the real short woods loop that was at the local pit. Well, fast forward to today, I've been riding ever since and I am so glad I started. Not only is a great sport, but I've met more great people that have changed my life since I started.
 

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In my case, the initial desire to ride a dirtbike took hold at the age of 13 or so. I used to attend a lot of MX events in the Nor Cal areas to watch my sister's boyfriend race. This was back in the late 70's. There was always this ONE girl racing, and I did not see ANY other girls racing. There was supposed to be a "Powder Puff" class, but there were no other girls, so she raced with the men and I thought that was SO COOL!! So I wanted in too. It just took a while, lol.
 

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I have always wanted one since I was a kid. My brother and I had Honda trail 70s that we messed around in the back yard on, but my parents (even though my dad was an ex-racer :( ) never wanted to take the time, trouble and money to get us bikes and teach us to ride. By the time I was old enough to have a job, I had gotten side tracked into muscle cars. Finally when I was 21 I used my tax return to buy an beat up XR 200 and ever since it's been an obsession. :)
 

blackhawk468

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I saw a mx race on TV one day (around 12 years old) and thought it'd be cool to ride, mom said, "over my dead body" and I let it rest.

Fast Forward a few years... I was at a friends house and their neighbors raced mx, and I would watch them putt around in their yard and mini track. I watched them ride, and told myself I had to try it. So my friend and I went over there and they let me ride this POS xr200. I busted a huge wheelie and looped out the first 20 minutes. I was hooked. So I went and got a job, worked for a few months, and bought a bike (I was 18ish, I think). I now race in the Women's class and 125 Novice. I do fairly well in the women's class. It's fun. I hope to improve each year and do the WML series at least one year.
 

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When I was a kid my dad did a lot of racing and riding. We spent most weekends either at the MX track, at enduros or camping with the motorcycle club. I was really into it and could not wait to ride myself. By age 5 I was regularly bugging my dad for a motorcycle. At one point he finally said I could have one as soon as I could ride my bicycle wihtout training wheels. 'Nuff said! I unbolted the training wheels and figured out how to ride that shiny red pedal bike. Shortly thereafter Dad came home with a 50 cc Indian minibike for my sister and I. Here I am 30 years later still riding every chance I get.

I didnt' get into riding because of boys, but I made it very clear in my early teens that I would not date any guys who didn't ride bikes. Much to my dad's surprise, I kept true to that statement and eventually married a wonderful dirt biker dude!
 
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Now that is an obsession, zero_it!!
That reminds me of an ad in the classifieds for dates: Wanted, good woman. Must be able to clean, cook, sew, rig decoys, and clean guns. Must have trained hunting dog. Please send photo of dog.
 
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For me it started about 2 years ago, i wanted a go-kart. My uncle owns a race track where the alcohol go-karts race. I really wanted a go-kart and ended up with a 2.5hp POS that still dont run. I wanted soemthing better and started looking into ATVs. They're cool, but they just arent a motorcycle. I wanted one soooo bad. I would watch my friend donald ride throught the corn fields when i was in school (he had graduated) on his CR125 (actaully he bores it out everytime he blows it up so its prolly a 160 by now) . My freind John had a old Suzuki 370 enduro and his little brother had a YZ80. They rode alot and i really wanted to. It look alot more fun than just sitting on a stupid ATV. So I watched the races on TV all the time and stayed on top of the Unadilla MX happenings. I got a job, worked everyday, all summer, then got my YZ80.
 

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I can't pin down exactly what pursuaded me to buy a bike, but I can tell you it was not a member of the male species. I guess it was mostly due to the fact that I really didn't want to spend $7,000 on a street bike, but I still wanted to ride two wheels.
 
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What got me started was my Mom and Dad were always telling me that I could do any thing I wanted to [I'm 11] so one day I said I want to ride dirt bike so we looked around then when we found one I said I wanted to race so they started to [and still are] teaching me to be racing material and I really enjoy it.


Megan McCune
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I had wanted a dirtbike since I was like 5 years old, lots of people in my family ride street bikes and I wanted to ride to. So eventually when I was in junior high I finally got my first dirtbike, and I have loved it ever since.
 

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My brother came home one day when I was 11 with a dirtbike. I piled on behind him and we tore out of the yard. I got to ride his dirtbike I think a total of 5 times before my mom found out and put a stop to that. I didn't get back on a dirt bike again until I turned 28 and was able to buy my own. My boyfriend at the time was killed in a dirtbike accident and his sisters and I made a pact shortly thereafter to race at least once within a year in his memory. So here we are. We figured out we kinda liked racing and we still hit up the local series every once in a while.
 
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When I was growing up a regular Saturday outing for my Dad and I, was to go to the local Honda shop and drool over the bikes. He would sit me on them and say that I was jsut the right height, and someday I would get one. Well I waited and waited, and it never happened.

At 19 I met my, now ex-husband, who not only rode, but like my Dad rode a KTM.(which in 1995 was still pretty rare.) We were both pretty surprised that each other had heard of them. After we got married we got me my first bike, a KDX 220, I was 21 at the time.

I rode the 220, but not like I ride my KTM. Since I got my KTM riding has become more of MY hobby than anything.
 
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I can pretty much give the credit to my older brother. It started when I was around 11 or 12, my brother had an old kx? I wanted sooo bad to ride that thing :cool: but didn't now how and he wouldn't teach me. :clue: So one day after school I went and got on the thing and got it started and after several tries figured out that I had to shift down to go, I was offout across the road and down the tracktor path flyin :yeehaw: '. I don't think he found out. Did the same thing with his street bike a couple of years later ( only ON the road). Then about 5 yrs. ago the same brother got my husband out riding and I got the bug again! So I basicly taught myself how to ride, now I didn't say how well but I can keep it on two wheels for the most part, that is when my hubby (Dennis Meyers) isn't trying to put me in the biggest nastyest mud puddles he can find :laugh: !
 

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Sorry this is so long:

It first started for me when I was 10 - we rented a farm house on tons of acreage and my mom's fiancé, Frank, had lots of fun toys. Four-wheelers, snowmobiles, and an old rusty mini bike. I loved the four-wheeler and rode it all the time for about a year. I even talked my grandma in getting on the back of it and giving her a ride one day. That was funny! But after about a year of four-wheeler fun, my mom and Frank went their own ways and no more motorized vehicles for me. I put a four-wheeler on my Christmas list every year for several years, but it was just a dream.

So... seven years later, I was dating a guy who bought an old YZ80 to fix up and ride. I quickly started to HATE dirtbikes because he spent so much damn time fixing the thing just to ride it for an hour, have it blow up, then spend another month fixing it. I was ANTI-dirtbike! Stupid dirtbikes!

Then, about a year later, he sold the YZ80 and got a '89 YZ125 that actually ran. So in late fall he taught me to ride on the YZ125 and my first two times out were disasterous. Ride #1 - instructions = go down between these corn fields, turn around, come back. So I went down, attempted to turn, and ran right into the corn (when it was like 4-5 feet tall), and fell over. Ride #2 - I twist the throttle, dump the clutch, and loop out big. Oops - sorry about the broken rear fender. :moon:

So as soon as Feb. '98 rolled around, we bought a Bargain Finder local paper and started calling on all the 80cc dirtbikes for sale. I found a '93 YZ80 for $1,400 and talked them down to $1,000 so I was really happy. When we went to pick it up, I had someone else ride it because I was scared and still didn't really know how. So I bought the little 80 and started my adventure into where I am now.

Also, little did I know that in a 6 month period of owning the YZ80, that it would munch up 4 cylinders, along with several other parts, costing me tons of money. So in Sept. '98, I traded the YZ80 on a brand new '99 KX80 which was the prefect transition bike to get me on a '98 RM125 a few months later. But having all the problems with the YZ80 helped me learn a lot on working on bikes.

That's my story. :thumb: