Soon, my bicycle did not cut it anymore.
With all of the money that I earned walking beans during my 6th grade summer I bought a minibike. Yes, a little blue one with a 3.5 HP lawn mower engine.

It would smoke. It would throw the chain. It would shake like a cement mixer at speed. It was mine.

I could clean the air filter. I could go anywhere I wanted on our farm. I could skid the back tire.

I remember riding it so much on the weekend that I had to fill the gas tank 4 or 5 times. I remember taking the entire engine apart. I remember Dave Hiller calling it bogus. I didn't care. I had a minibike and he didn't.

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