Reminds me more of the Z50 that my youngest starting riding when he was 5.
Short story-we were riding high on a mountain trail in Colorado and I had him ride on the inside. Once we got to the top, he took his helmet off and said ‘Dad, now I guess you can call me a man’. Then the tears came. Mine.
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