As a youngster, I used to drive my first mini bike down (or up) my grandmothers alley. It went fast. The throttle used to stick so that increased the excitement. Then I moved "up" to an 80, 100 YZ, then drove my uncles IT 175 until it was (almost) destroyed. My mother would take the 74 Javelin and tow my friend and I to jumpstart the bike, we fell over (but held on) and yelled for my mother to stop (she didn't realize she went too fast). Got involved in street bikes, (to shorten the street bike story, I ended up in Shock Trauma). Got out, moved up to a KTM 125, tried motocross racing but was too nervous (wasn't the same thrill as free riding), well, any way, here I am at 40 and I want a mini bike. (maybe orange with black wheels accented with stainless steel bolts.
Anyone else with a similar journey?
Anyone else with a similar journey?