“Yeah, I was pretty young. My mom’s babysitter, at the time, I don’t think he wanted to hang around the house when he babysat a four- or five-year-old, so he would sit me down in front of him on this big BMW sportbike and rip me up and down a highway when I was really young. Of course, my chin was basically on the gas tank, and all I could see was the speedometer, and I have a very clear memory of that. Of course, I was feeling the air and the wind and all that, too.”