My Nebraska story: back in '73, when I was 14, I lusted for a Yamaha 125 Enduro. Of course, dad said no. Fast forward to 2000, I was on Ebay casually looking at old bikes. I ran across a '73 Yamaha 125 Enduro, not running, not tagged, no title, up for auction in Omaha (I live in Oklahoma.) It looked like it was in pretty good shape otherwise. I put in a low bid as a lark and logged off. The next day, I had a notice that I won the auction. I told my then wife, "I guess we're going to Omaha this weekend." I hauled it back in my truck, put a few hundred bucks into it, got it tagged, and rode it for years. I still have it.
I've ridden in Kansas, Iowa, South Dakota, Missouri, and Colorado but to this day, I still haven't ridden in Nebraska.
My daughter just loved this bike. Ironically, she was 14 in this pic.