I wish I could remember. Those brain cells were overwritten in Thailand in 1973. I know I had a minibike but I don't know what it was, where I got it, or what ever happened to it. I had to have built in from scraps I drug home from the dump. It probably had a bicycle front end and no kickstand,no brakes, no clutch, a rope to pull the throttle, and the tires leaked air. I can be fairly certain I was a danger to anyone unlucky enough to cross my path. I do remember riding in a field, hitting a hole, and flying over the handle bars. I still have a 4 inch scar on the inside of my thigh from the long handlebar bolt to remind me.