I grew up on a little island off of the coast of Alaska and my house was 14 miles from the nearest town. We had about 30 acres of land with a little dirtbike track that my dad carved out for his riding. I grew up riding in the mud and the dirt and in the ditch alongside the 2-lane that led to town. I rode in a gravel pit that was about a mile from my house. I used to ride the ditch there and back, but I admit, there were a few times when if I was sure no cars were coming, I would jump up onto the road and race hell for leather home on the road. funny what memories this thread has brought back. I started on a 1978 honda XR-75. for years I was sure that it was an 80. I still to this day thought it was an 80. But I called my Dad and he said "nope, the 80 wasn't out yet, I got you that beat up 78 for christmas of that year.". I loved that bike, I sold it to buy a bigger 2-stroke kawasaki when I was 7. THAT bike was a kx-80! Of that I am sure! I will never forget that thing spitting me off the back over and over when the powerband would ramp up!