As a kid, my folks wouldn't let me have anything to do with these two wheeled motorized death traps.
There was a motorcycle shop on my route to and from school.
I would stop in there everyday on2 the way home from school. I remember the smell of gas and rubber.
They sold mini bikes as well. I would look at them, set on them, and daydream of owning one.
Some years later my brother got a Fox Thunderbolt for his birthday. He lived with mt Aunt and Uncle.
I loved riding that thing. Only got to see them about once a month. So, not much riding.
Fast forward 30 years.
My Uncle still has the bike in the basement. I ask what ya gonna do with this thing? It's been sitting for thirty years.
He says, "You want it"? Yep...
Lugged that thing from move to move. Now 15 years later, it is restored as well as 7 others. Guess I am hooked.
And thanks to this site, I have learned a whole new hobby and have made some lifelong friends.