Approximately a million years ago (give or take), I first learned to ride a motorcycle. It was the mid-2000s, and while I don't remember everything clearly from that time, I can tell you for a fact that I was definitely some mixture of both excited and nervous about the entire endeavor.
The community college parking lot where I took my very first MSF Basic RiderCourse had all of us go into a classroom for the classroom portion. They also had a little trailer out in the parking lot that was full of the motorcycles we'd be riding for training.
Since I'd already attained all 27 inches of the inseam length that I'll likely ever have (such lofty heights, I know), the instructors quite rightly stuck me on a first-gen Honda Rebel 250. I can't tell you for sure what model year it was, but it doesn't really matter a ton, as that first gen basically stayed the same for a very long time.
