Found an old photo of me and my brothers.
My Father made us a small Scoter to drive around.
No brake, and we just sat on a wooden chair.
We lived in the circle of a dead end street.
I was 8 years old (back / right).
We had to of caused the neighbors some grief.
My Uncle had an old 3-wheel Harley abandoned on his property.
When my oldest Brother was 14, he got it for passing 8th grade (1967).
My Father never thought my Brother would get it running, but he did
He was only surpose to drive it in the backyard, but he'd be driving it up and down the street.
Ah, the good old days.