I didn’t start out in life with a burning desire to be a motorcycle mechanic. It evolved out of the necessity to deal with my first two wheeled purchase at the tender age of 16. My scooter didn’t work, my parents vehemently disaproved of my purchased, so it became a necessary life’s skill since the income from cutting yards and shoveling snow would hardly gain me entry to the dealers service department. So I bought books on engines and began to tinker with it, went to the dealer to buy parts and ask questions. Over the ensuing months and many questions later, I got the little beast running. Yea!! A side benefit to this is the befriendling of the Parts and Service manager that answered my questions and move me along. I begged them for work and during the Summer they succumbed to my pleadings and offered me a job. I would work there for the next four years after High School and through my attendance at College. I was in fact in two schools. One as an aprentice learning the technical skills of working on many different types of bikes and owning many used ones along the way. The other was my academic education. The neat thing about this was the fact that I was earning almost 3 times the minimum wage of the time ($1.65/hour) while my friends at school struggled as waiters, drivers making less than the minimum.
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