My dad's got some old home movies of my first rides from maybe 10 years ago. We were just watching the tapes earlier today, it's amazing where we took that little JR50. Literally, by the time I upgraded to the 80, we had run out of physical places to take a motorcycle in the area. There was no mountain left un-climbed, no powerlines left unexplored, and no roads left un-traveled. That thing dragged my overweight ass at least 1500 miles.