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Summer 1972

Kevin's first motorcycle

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When Kevin was about 9, in the Los Angeles area, he began his career in motorcycling. One of my friends at work did some dirt bike riding and one weekend he invited me and Kevin to a local off-road motorcycle park to mess around with his dirt bikes. Although I had been riding street motorcycles for a long time, I had never tried a dirt bike. After tooling around a little on my friend's motorcycles, however, Kevin and I were both hooked.

I immediately went out and bought a used Suzuki 120. At the time, we couldn't find a motorcycle small enough for Kevin and the best we could do was a used "tote-gote". It looked like a small motor scooter with a Briggs and Stratton lawn-mower engine. This picture looks exactly like Kevin's.

Kevin, of course had never driven anything with a motor, but he was an expert with a bicycle and soon was wheeling the "tote-gote" around like an expert.

After a few days of tearing up the back yard, we loaded up the 120 Suzuki and the "tote-gote" into our pickup and headed for the motorcycle park. Kevin was a natural and was soon tackling hills with the best of them.

One day while we were riding, I momentarily lost track of Kevin and when I finally located him, he was in a line of motorcycles waiting to take on a deep "U" shaped gully. The gully was about 50 feet deep - 100 feet across the top - and 20 feet across at the bottom - very steep sides. The trick was to go over the edge, down one side, hit the gas at the bottom, and come up the other side with enough speed to leave the ground. Some made it just right, some crashed, and some just barely made it. Before I could stop him, Kevin was poised on the brink - and without hesitating for a second, down he went. When he hit the bottom, he turned on the power, and came roaring up the other side. He came shooting out like a pro - getting about three feet of air and landing perfectly - not a bad trick considering the "tote-gote" had absolutely no suspension. Everyone was amazed - this was more than a routine trick even with a real off-road motorcycle. Of, course, I had to try it also. Unfortunately, I didn't have enough power to get up the other side, and I wound up crashing and sliding to the bottom. I then had to ride about half a mile down the bottom of the gully to get out. Pretty embarrassing.  

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