Dads first bike, when i dug it out from the back corner of the garage the case was cracked by one of the motor mounts, the gas tank was rusted out, and I'm pretty sure i broke the kicker stop when i was 11 or 12 trying to start it one day for 5 hours straight. Can still remember limping around school the next day from where the pedal was digging into my shoe. Years later i found out from a local bike shop that some guy near by had a spare 350 motor sitting in his basement and was willing to sell it for almost nothing. Called him up and swapped all the good parts off that onto my dads bike. Rode it around all summer, mostly at night to avoid the cops and cars. Its been sitting for the past 6 or 7 years, starting to rot away again ever since i bought a bike of my own. Might be bringing it to the garage for some attention before it gets too bad again.
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