My very first year of riding was when I was 19 years old. I bought a 1984 Yamaha Special 450, (think that's what it was).
One day I thought I would ride it up the mountain near my house, only 15 minute ride. And... my shifter lever fell off.
A huge dude with one leg on a trike pulled over for me. His name was Gonzo, and he helped me get my shifter back on with some tools he had.
That's when I knew bikers are the nicest people.
Keep moving, learning, loving, and living.