The list is now long, but I still remember my first bike well. :agree:
It was a 1965 80cc Yamaha road bike I bought with the paper route money I saved for $100. It was already "beyond clapped out" when I got it, but I still loved it to death. :clap:
I rode it in the dirt for years and it gave it's life for God and country for sure. When It finally was "put down" it was because the compression was too low to be able to "pop start it" anymore. As at 4th over bore when I got it, there was no place left to go.
But at thre time, to me it was better than anything, and it shined like a bright star in my life. :2thumbs:
It had 15,000 miles on it when I got it, and like I said it was already bored 4th over and down on compression then. For at that time this was HUGE miles on these tiny 2 stroke engines. :yikes:
I think I spent more time fixing it to keep it running than riding it. :gaah:
But that is where and how I learned to "make it work" and owe that little bike more about what it taught me than I ever knew at the time. :bowdown:
Since than the list has gotten too long to say without trying sound like shameless bragging, so I won't.

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But that little Yamaha and what it taught me still holds a special place in my heart. :thumbup:
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