Here is a pic of the red Gote. Top of a hill, in the woods at the end of my dead-end street. I mentioned the problem of not being to push the bike or even coast down the street. Why? I had a cop who lived mid-way down my street. I was 14 and legal driving age was 16. He harassed me to no end. I had to stay put until he was not home so I could get to the woods.