My keys to freedom. That bike weighed about 50 pounds. OK slightly less.
I had to have the frame welded back together a few times from to many jumps over curbs, and ramps. This photo is in front of our "house" on base at Maxwell AFB. It was a former barracks, that had several residences in one building. Just a fire wall bestrewn us and the neighbors. Dad was a Captain at the time.
I rode the base perimeter road on a regular basis. At one point it was at the end of the runway. It was cool to stand there as B-52s and C5As landed and coming just feet over our heads. There is a small cemetery in that area, with graves from the 1800s.