When I was 14 or 15 and my baby brother was 11 or 12, my Dad came home from working in Minneapolis/St. Paul one Friday night and he had a surprise for us. A Yamaha 50 Scooter/Motorbike..a 1965 or a 1966.
If I recall correctly it was supposed to be used to get us back and forth from the back field faster than a bicycle.
My baby brother and I had a blast with this little motorbike. We learned hand signals and everything..they were all explained in the Owners Manual..which I read several times cover to cover.
Having a motorbike was fun.. sure we got a few scrapes and cuts..and I used to burn my leg on the muffler regularly. This little motorbikes top speed was about 35 miles per hour..plenty fast for me.
It would appear the my baby brother is revisiting his youth. He called me the other day and said “Bought myself a Christmas present!” I encouraged him to be careful and to always wear his helmet.
I did send him a email that said “Saw a guy that was in a motorcycle accident one day he had road rash all over his body..and he looked like one big scab..but he was alive thanks to his helmet.”
I wanted to say more..but I bit my tongue..like are you nuts? you are getting too old to revisit your youth..why didn’t you buy a flashy red convertible and a new hat? ..did you know that machine weighs 957 pounds? I should have encouraged him to stick to the back woods gravel roads..stay off the freeway..in Oregon there are more than one or two people on the road at the same time..instead I just said “Be Careful” big bossy sisters should just shut up sometimes. Besides that he looks happy! Thank you to Mark K for the photos, I think he is part of that same over fifty searching for our youth motorcycle gang as my brother:)