When you think about your own grass roots. Where it all started for you. Where it all began. Minibikes would definitely fit in for myself.
I remember popping wheelies on Mentone Avenue on my Yellow Honda Mini Trail 50 that I purchased from a neighbor on Keystone Avenue for $100. I also remember riding another neighbors Flexo Big Bear Scrambler minibike on Jasmine Avenue. I also remember breaking my wrist on a wooden go kart with a 2 hp Briggs & Stratton engine that had a flexo front end that you steered with your feet that had a wooden clutch actuator on the fan belt that had a pivot point. I remember going to the hospital that day and showing up in the 9th. grade with a cast on my wrist.
We all should be so lucky to be able to share those type of memories.
After all those are - our grass roots.
TT
I remember popping wheelies on Mentone Avenue on my Yellow Honda Mini Trail 50 that I purchased from a neighbor on Keystone Avenue for $100. I also remember riding another neighbors Flexo Big Bear Scrambler minibike on Jasmine Avenue. I also remember breaking my wrist on a wooden go kart with a 2 hp Briggs & Stratton engine that had a flexo front end that you steered with your feet that had a wooden clutch actuator on the fan belt that had a pivot point. I remember going to the hospital that day and showing up in the 9th. grade with a cast on my wrist.
We all should be so lucky to be able to share those type of memories.
After all those are - our grass roots.
TT