Well, with lessons or a riding course and at least he's off to a good start. I bought a bike, no license, no insurance...and promptly drove it home from the dealer an hr+ away. Sucks to find out you need to turn left to turn right at hwy speed when you get into a curve. Learned that one real quick. Never crashed though. Luckily. Little different than driving, sorry..."riding" (you don't "drive" a motorcycle, you "ride" it - I got told, now you have too!
) in the city. There was no mandatory training back then...you just buy a bike, take your motorcycle paper test, pass the driving portion, and you're now a licensed motorcycle rider! My niece passed her test/course a couple of years ago...and promptly stuck it into a 20' deep ditch on loose-ish gravel, or maybe it was rain, she crashed good anyway. Not sure she rides any more. My sister just passed hers (my bil is a motorcycle instructor for the province in which they live) and now wants a GROM for herself. Silly sister...almost 50 and now she wants to ride.
I loved riding as a kid/young adult. Complete hoon. I'd race squirrels if they'd only step up and give it a shot. i.e. I'd race anything, and everyone, anytime...even if you weren't racing, I was. Could never master riding on one wheel though...that would've been fun. Knew a couple of guys who would put it up endlessly, passengers on the bike or not. 5 mile wheelies weren't unheard of from those two. Very impressive to a 17 yr old kids mind. My dad never owned a bike, so no idea where I got it from, and I know my FIL hates them with a passion - they're death traps (amazing he let me date his daughter and take her out on it when I had one. Must've liked me...everyone makes mistakes). Today...meh...I'll ride my brothers bike for 10 minutes, and then I'm good for another year or two. Wish I still wanted one, but I'm not as good as I once was, and I'd probably crash now, and I'm too old for that. A stay in the hospital isn't my cup o'tea. Maybe when I retire...the urge to live wild will come back.