when I was a little kid I had a lt50.
we went riding at mamoth bar(a riding spot near my house),my dad was on the adult track racing and all his friends were in the middle of the track. to get there you had to go over a couple of the jumps. I was trying to get there, i was going up the first jump and my bike stalled in the middle of it. this guy on a 125 dirt bike came around the corner and his back end slid out a little and hit me. he got up and pushed his bike off mine, then he lifted the front end of my bike up and and fliped down the jump and started yellin at me.(i was 4 and scared shitless )
my dad saw it and stopped, the guy started yellin at my dad and my dad told him to get back on his beater mobile(honda) and leave. he told my dad to get back on his worthless peace of shit yami and race him. my had a stock 3 year ald bike and this guy had a brand new honda set for racin. my dad smoked the shiz out this guy by like 7 bike langths. we saw him all the time on the track after that and he never even glanced at us. my dad used to crack jokes all the time about him.
I wish he was still like that.
young and crazy.
now he's got a fucked up back and always tired.