I thought someone might be entertained by this story....
A funny thing happened the other day. My wife and I were over at my parents house going through a bunch of old family pictures and 8mm movies left behind by a great aunt that passed away.
I found a pretty picture of a 79 CB650 with some scrawny kid hanging onto the back. I showed it to my dad and he pointed out that the scrawny kid was me

This was at some family reunion that I went to when I was 4 or 5 years old (probably 1985). I have vague memories of riding on the back of a bike, but I couldn't have told you anything other than that. This was the ONLY time that I ever touched a motorcycle prior to picking up my first bike in 2002. It's also amazing that my dad let me sit on the back of a motorcycle, being that both of my parents were extremely safety conscious

What struck me as a funny coincidence was that I only touched a motorcycle once in 22 years (even then I was too young to remember much about it), and the first bike that I bought and learn to ride was a 1980 CB650. Of all the bikes out there, it's weird that I ended up with almost the exact same bike that I got to take a ride on in 1985.
It must have stuck in my subconscious