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Message: [QUOTE="jaction125, post: 1407566, member: 39047"] I guess my first memory is being about three years old and my dad giving me a ride around the block on some old honda 350 he had. I knew then that I would ride bikes someday. My cousins had a few dirtbikes, but I was only about 8 and too small for the bikes they had when they were still riding. I did find a rupp chassis in one of the barns at their place one day. I rolled it to the top of the hill, and let her fly. It had no brakes, so I would just crash it into the piles of woodchips that the city used to dump at the end of their road. I remember my mom coming out of the house when she saw me get on the thing and absolutely lose it. Being as poor as we were, I didn't get a bike until I was about 12. It was a briggs powered minibike, I rode the wheels off of it for a couple years. I hated it. I had figured out that a couple kids I went to junior high with had 80's and such and would go hang with them and bum rides once I broke the mini for the day. One day I was helping a older gentleman in the neighborhood do some odd jobs. I was hauling trash out from under his deck when I stumbled upon a 1973ish CT90 that looked like it had been under the deck since about 1975. I think I was 14 or 15 at the time. I remember pushing that thing home on flat tires, and the wheels were so siezed it probably would have been easier to carry it. Once I got it home I hosed it down with WD40. The next day the steering head and wheels spun freely. I aired up the tires and dragged my dad out there to help me make it work. He showed me how to clean the points and he tinkered with the carb. Hooked the jumper cables to it and it started. I couldn't believe I finally had some sort of a gear changing motorcycle. I remember rigging up a bmx brake lever and cable for a throttle when the original cable gave up. I kept that thing running for zero dollars for three or four years. The guy that gave me that bike changed me for good. I've gone through more bikes than I care to think about. Now it's just silly. There are two yz250f's in the garage. Most of the parts to build another one. A TTR125. A 75 Honda CB400Four SS. A ch80 scooter. Living in Northern Illinois these days allows for a ton of riding. I'm racing ice this weekend. In the summer there's mx, harescrambles, enduro, supermoto, dualsport all within reach. There's even a GP series in the district this year. Last week I drove 16 hours straight. I drove from my place to eastern Kentucky and back to pick up a 66 CT90 that I won on some auction site for $100. The thing looks worse than the one I dragged out from under that deck. :rotfl: It came with a free Motobecane moped. It's locked up solid. I bet I won't be able to just throw it away. Yeah, somethings wrong with me. Seriously. All the riding I do, and I still get passed by a nine year old girl. (last sunday, evidenced here) [url]http://www.photoreflect.com/store/Orderpage.aspx?pi=0T700057000362&po=362&pc=498[/url] Heh. I love it and I'll never quit. No matter how much of a spode I am. [/QUOTE]

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