this is my grandpa that taught me how to ride dirt bikes. well him and gram. I seam to remember riding more with gram than grandpa. but they taught me the right way to ride. I remember always going up north to the trailer and unloading the bikes and we would ride on state land the entire weekend. not sure of the age but I would guess around 8 or 9 . they had Yamaha gt 80's that we would ride.
one time I will never forget is I was messing around down by the creek in this area that grandpa had took some dirt out of with his bulldozer and I think it was mearle dragoo (sure it is spelled wrong) came over on some 125 or 250 and I heard this bike coming and it was coming fast so I ran to the trail to see and it was grandpa and he was going so fast I was sure he would never make the 90 degree corner that headed back up towards the trailer and I will never forget he had it wide open with it so layed down I swear the damn handle bars were almost touching the dirt and he went around that corner and was gone. I remember looking up the trail in disbelief that he made the corner.then I kept looking at his tracks in the dirt in disbelief I will never forget that..ever of course I told on him as soon as I walked back up to the trailer and seen gram
my grandparent's were amazing. I don't like to share much of my personal life but I just wanted everyone to know what amazing people gram and grandpa were .they were a gift from God
