I traded a BMX bike a 40 bucks to a kid who was moving to NY City and needed a bike not a cycle. It was a 82 Yamaha MX 100. It had no gas in it so I pushed it home about 6 miles smiling all the way. Got it home and fired up and never looked back. When my mom came home and demanded I take it back I would not tell her where I got it :) . That bike was a little work horse, rode it everywhere for ever and it never broke wich is good cause I didnt have any money for parts and my mom would not take me to the shop for them even if I did :) .
I had an IT 250 along the way too, those bikes were great! Every one I rode with called it the Iron Horse cause I beat the rubber off it and it never broke and always started 1st kick :) .
Some years later my mom actualy tried to learn to ride a motorcycle and broke her leg on a Rebel 250,,,, serves you right mom! :p
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