Growing up I had two minis. One day my friend and I took them out. We would ride up to our school. Great place to ride, as it had hills. The school was 8-10 miles away. Most of it was trails, but parts of it required us to ride on the road. When we went to leave my friend decided to stop and get something eat. I continued home. Hrs went by. I am freaking. No cells back then. He shows up at my house without my bike. He got caught by the cops riding on the street. They impounded the bike. Required my mom and I to go to the police station to pick it up. NO FINE, just a lecture and dirty looks froom my mom. The" if looks could kill " applied here. They dicussed punishement .
It was decided my friend and I would push the bike the 10 miles home. The keys were taken away. Off we go, I decided he would start the pushing. After all he was the idiot that got caught. Well there was a Dairy Queen on the way home. We were pretty thirsty. So we stop and get something. Off we go again. Just as I start pushing out of the lot another friends dad stops. He's driving a truck. What luck. Throw the bike in the back. Friends dad ask why we weren't riding. Told him we didn't have the key
He drops us off at the end of my street, as I didn't want my mom to see.
Turns out, after my mom left the police station she stopped somewhere. We beat her home.:doah: I explained what we did. Luckly, I had a cool mom. She basically wasn't mad, she thought it was funny. She liked that at least my friend pushed about 5 miles, since he got the bike impounded. Turns out I might have pushed 150 feet.