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RoscoeRules
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This is (not actual photo) what put the bug in me in 1964 when my older brother bought an old Whizzer motorbike. One day he was gone and I worked up the nerve to sneak it out of the garage----had a helluva time starting it. Finally I was flying down the alley at a blazing 15 MPH and was suddenly the coolest kid in the neighborhood (until by brother punched me in the arm later that day when someone squealed on me). I sneaked it out whenever I had the chance even though my arm was getting increasingly sorer. Eventually I began touring on it and would ride as far away as 5 blocks from home, mosty through alleys to avoid the cops. Ahhhh, to be a young teen again........
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