“What do you mean protective gear?!”

Its about 1987,  I’m 14 years old. On a bored out two stroke YZ 125,  I tore through dongas, thorn bushes, streams and my home made MX course- wearing nothing but worn out Nike Pegasus, PT short, T shirt and Open helmet & goggles. And a “This is awesome!” grin.

Not sure how I made it safely to (sort of) adulthood.  As I near parenthood, I’ve heard people talk about “babies bounce”, but in hind sight, if I can help it- rather safe than sorry. Or as we modern bike riders say: “Dont dress for the ride, dress for the fall…”

A life time later- my dad and I crossing rivers (but not tearing through dongas and thorn bushes) on our

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Usually, this is the kind of scenery you’d expect…

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