A friend's older brother came to town and gave all the neighborhood kids a ride on his BSA. I was hooked. I started begging rides on anything that had wheels and a motor, but getting my own was not in the cards. In addition to my 10 speed bicycle that I took day long trips on, I had built a 3 wheeled trike/go-cart out of spare parts (we lived in the country). After a neighbor told my Dad that he had clocked me at 70 mph in the cart, Dad bought me a motorcycle. He thought it would be safer. It was 1970 and I was 14.
MiniBike screwed with this post 01-10-2014 at 05:25 PM