In 1978-79, my Dad bought a 75cc suzuki dirt bike from a kid down the road who was scared of it, and gave it to me under the condition that I would wear a helmet, and use my allowance or obtain a job, to pay for the fuel, 2stroke oil, and motor oil to maintain it.
Allowance was hard work then. I also worked for .50USD per hour on my best friends grandfather's farm, who also rode an old honda 70cc. We lived near a lake, and had PLENTY of Corp of Engineer property, neighborhood streets, and gapped and unfenced farm land, to ride most of the day without ever seeing the same trail twice. I would have to say that most of the trails were cattle paths or rabbit trails.
I was hooked. Thanks Dad!
