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The only bikes I had were bicycles. In Hawaii we put a 3.5 HP lawn mower engine on a bicycle. It had no clutch, so start it and go. If you had to stop fast, flip the little grounding tab over on the spark plug to kill the engine and hit the front brakes, as there were no rear brakes. With the brakes so bad my brother would tie a rope to my bike, and I rode along and if he yelled brakes, I slowed us down.
We rode around in the dirt roads of the pineapple fields behind the neighborhood for over 1,000 miles of fun. He would go up some hills pulling me and on one really steep hill the drive mechanism in the rear hub just broke in half. We went walking in the the local bike shop and took the old one, he had a replacement that was perfect. A few weeks later we went in again with that hub broken. The old Japanese owner of the shop was incredulous. I so much remember him saying "How you little Haole boys break that!. I never seen one broken before!!" Of course we neglected to tell him it was a 3.5 HP engine that broke it.
The day I turned 16 I got my driver's license, and have not been on two wheels since.
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Glen
49 Year member of the Porsche Club of America
1985 911 Carrera; 2017 Macan
1986 El Camino with Fuel Injected 350 Crate Engine
My Motto: I will never be too old to have a happy childhood!
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