man o man, good times. Riding motorcycles in sixth grade with neighborhood kids. In Garden Grove we drag raced our Hodaka's, Indians and SL70'S on an Edison easement that ran the length of my grade school on Chapman just west of Magnolia.
Not too long after that I lived in a house in the middle of several acres of open field at Bolsa Chica & Heil in HB. We rode our stingrays right out on to the runway at Meadowlark airport. I'd ride my little Indian all over that open field, once getting chased by an HB PD I didn't notice til he went all lights & siren on me. Just me at home that day, getting pulled over in front of my house with no parents anywhere around. Imagine that happening today.
6th grade me and my bike in the living room of that HB house in 74.