Around 1968 my Dad purchased me a Sears Mini-Bike. I was top-dog around my neighborhood and the envy of all my buds. The Mini-Bike started my lifelong motorcycle riding adventures.
I finally figured out that this unusual gift was actually to improve my production running around and working on my Grandparent's farm. Either way, it was a blast.
Great memories and it made for some great summers. I ran across these pictures on the internet. Her name was "Slick" and she had a metal-flake, purple seat.
Gotta love the internet!
I finally figured out that this unusual gift was actually to improve my production running around and working on my Grandparent's farm. Either way, it was a blast.
Great memories and it made for some great summers. I ran across these pictures on the internet. Her name was "Slick" and she had a metal-flake, purple seat.
Gotta love the internet!


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