My first experience on two-wheeled motorized devices was way back in about 1968. I was 11 at the time, (you do the math and the Blog's title starts to make sense). Two friends of mine, who lived next door to each other both had mini-bikes. This was something that I didn't even bother to dream about, owning a mini-bike! We definitely didn't have that kind of money in our family. I do remember one being a bright yellow Rupp owned by the Clark brothers, but the other one was a no-namer that the Alford brothers owned. The no-namer was the one I rode the most. When they excavated the basement for the local school they created one big pile of earth that was about 20 feet high at the one end, and tapered down to the ground at the other end and ran about 300 yards long. Then they made a field full of dump truck loads of earth .... mini bike heaven!! All our spare cash went into gas and to this day I still remember the taste of gas we siphoned from dubious places! Aaah the joys of youth. The Big Dirt Hill (as we so imaginatively named it) was a mecca for local dirt bikers so it wasn't long until I had my first taste of the dreaded CLUTCH, borrowing a friends' Honda 100.