Innocence. No jumps. No tricks. No racing. Just that first feeling of “damn, these bikes are cool.” I was about 14 in this photo and this was an upgrade from my motomag goose of the year prior.
This was state of art trickness in 1979-80. Before there is a drive to get better at what you do, there is that spark of “wow, this looks really neat”. This photo is that feeling.
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