im a high millage 74 model, complete with crooked nose from yard football and scars on knees and elbows from assorted good times--wouldnt trade it for the world
i feel bad for kids today,so much in fact i dunno if ill ever have one--
Only it wasn't 4-wheelers back then, it was 3-wheelers and we loved em! You would go over a pothole wrong and flip right over the handlebars, man that was great! I remember knocking myself out once (helmets? what are helmets?) woke up in the field and my friends were off riding the 3-wheeler and just left me there to wake up on my own.
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