In high school a fellow student gave me a ride on a Yamaha 200 (I think), I got the bug at that time, asked my parents if I could get a motorcycle....they said no.
In 1970 after graduating from high school a fellow co-worker at State Farm in Jacksonville, FL had a 1966 Honda 305 Super Hawk. We traded cars (I had a '66 Mustang convertible/auto and 289, he had a 1969 GTO) he wanted to take his girlfriend to the drive in movie and me, I got to find out that I didn't know how to drive a stick real fast, must have stalled it a dozen times till just parked it. Anyway he eventually sold me his Honda, two years later another 305 Super Hawk with hi-rise bars (not quite ape hangers) and shortie pipes and off I went into motorcycling.
Guess I showed my parents...11 motorcycles later...not to say no.
Dennis