So my dad showed up with one of these things for my brother and I to hurt ourselves on when we were like 10-12ish. I didn't even know what the hell it was until I just saw this old timey ad for it posted on the Deus blog. He bought it from a friend of his and my lil bro and I proceeded to ride the piss out if it for a few years. Once we moved on to bigger and better things, he sold it back to the guy he bought it from. He then had the bike totally restored, shipped it up to Alaska, and rode his daughter up to the altar on it on her wedding day.
It was easily one of the sketchiest toys we ever had. (Close call between this and the Tri-Moto.) You'd get that thing hauling ass down the field at about 30 mph and the thing would start to speed shake like crazy. We had a bunch of huge water/mud holes in our woods that we would hit at top speed to see if we could power thru them w/o eating shit. Thing was insane! I'm still amazed that my brother and I aren't retarded, paralyzed, or dead from the shit my dad brought home for us to play with...
well, you aren't dead or paralyzed at least... 2 out of three ain't bad.
ReplyDeletethat looks like the kind of contraption responsible for unfortunate injuries and a death or two.
ReplyDeleteeven a couple drownings, probably.
Thanks Andy, I knew someone was going to bring that up.
ReplyDeleteHeck, i thought everyone was raised that way!!
ReplyDeleteincreased top speed for a 80% increase in death wobble
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