This is me riding the Honda Trail 90 we had for soooo many years.  Look an me barley touching the foot pegs. I think wow, what did I do when I stopped…  jump off?  I rode that thing everywhere in the years following.  Up to Jess’ house and along the foothills over to get a drink in provo or somedays made it all the way to Rock Canyon.  I think about Mom letting me go and not really sure where I was at 12 years old.  Then getting from my house to Jess’ was along the back roads dodging cops and making my way.  That was an adventure in and of itself every time. The thing would never quit.  Well, it would but then dad and I would go through the carbs, tighten the wires and away she went again for another season.  Good times!  Thanks be to Mom and Dad for having that bike.