My parents were divorced, and one day my dad brought me that MM5 out to Las Vegas. It was such a little bike; we put gas in it, fired it up, and I fell over immediately in the field. I started crying, and he said, “Get up, you’re not hurt.” I had it for a while then sold it to buy a BMX bike when they became popular. I graduated to dirt bikes (RM80, Suzuki PE250, all sorts of two-strokes), which got me into trouble riding knobby tires on the street and into juvenile court. When I turned 15 my dad—who always had bikes and took me to bike shops when we were together—got me the CL100, which was street legal and opened up a whole new world of trouble. A year later I bought an RD400 [Yamaha]—a rather dangerous wheelie-popping two-stroke. I went to Laguna Seca every year from 1985 to 1988 to see Eddie Lawson, Wayne Rainey, and Randy Mamola compete.