Was worth it at the time Who needed a brown scirocco storm anyway
My parents got divorced in ‘82 mom decided I could have the bike I always wanted. So at 14 she bought me a ‘74 yam 175 enduro. She came out to the garage one day and I had it in pieces and she went bananas like WTH are you doing? I didn’t know, but I dissected that snake. Put it back together and it ran. Still do that to this day, and still really don’t know what I’m doing, but I do it anyway. Like whadya call that idiot savant? Maybe just idiot but there’s a knack in there somewhere.