As a kid our neighbors had two, two stroke motorcycles. A 100 and a 125. My legs reached the pegs on the smaller 100. Older brother rode the bigger bike. The neighbor let us ride them wherever we wanted.
I had to get on with a tree stump or something I could stand on. If it went over my older brother and friend with a yz80 had to help me get it up right.
Needless to say, i quickly learned how to keep it balanced and never stop so i didn't have to lean over. But man did those things fly. With my five pounds it was practically a ghost bike flying from trail to trail and hill to hill.
Good times. Amazing I'm not dead.
As a kid our neighbors had two, two stroke motorcycles. A 100 and a 125. My legs reached the pegs on the smaller 100. Older brother rode the bigger bike. The neighbor let us ride them wherever we wanted.
I had to get on with a tree stump or something I could stand on. If it went over my older brother and friend with a yz80 had to help me get it up right.
Needless to say, i quickly learned how to keep it balanced and never stop so i didn't have to lean over. But man did those things fly. With my five pounds it was practically a ghost bike flying from trail to trail and hill to hill.
Good times. Amazing I'm not dead.
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