Reminds me of the bike your Uncle Michael had in Peace Corps. I had a scooter. Your granddad was horrified, and told grave stories of scrambled brains from patients delivered to ER. Our last year, Peace Corps took away all our wheels and left us with thumbs and bus fare. I don't miss it: still have a scar from riding behind Michael. Please get yourself a helmet that covers your BODY, too (joke, but only a little) and be extremely defensive. We don't want scrambled Daniel brain.....
Uh....that is not the scooter you talked to me about.
haha, nice man. mom is none too thrilled.
That is an AMAZING bike. It's from the 70s, right?