Since the age of 5, for me motorcycles had been a huge part of the entertainment around the farm. Dad came home one day with a honda 50 dirt bike for me just my size. That was so cool. I could now go riding with the rest of the boys without having to just ride on the back. (Though a few times riding on the road with Dad wasn't bad) But I didnt appreciate wiping out on the 250 with Bobby driving out in the back field trying to go down the hill. Anyway, We had the Rupp, the 90 the big 250 street legal one of dads and finally a little one for me. That thing could go anywhere. I would go all over the farm, doing many laps around the fields. Sometimes we would go into Merle's field trails and go past Aunt Delores and Uncle Les' house careful not to get caught by the deer gun at night that just was there to scare the deer or Merle and his real gun both of which scared me. I just followed my brothers and listened to my elders no matter who it was--Jim, Blaine, Shawn, Bobby, cousin Chad. At age 6,7,8 you can be very impressionable. And swarn to secrecy very easily. (parents keep that in mind) There were many times when we would also go to the gravel pit. That was lots of fun. We would try and go up the piles of gravel or make jumps. I am suprised we never ended up in the hospital for some of the things we did to have fun out there. But mom would not let us go without our helmets. Safety first. Always. After the 50 I never really graduated to the larger motorcycles as much as I did that one. I don't know why maybe it was because of the 3 wheeler but during those years I sure had lots of fun.
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