1979 RM250..the flying banana

My first real divet spitter, and I was so hooked on the adrenaline that I retired from my sad sack band that was on it's way...to the next bar. My brother rode the Yamaha IT 175 and we rode like banshees. Going nowhere in particular, but always at full tilt. My brother borrowed it for a short ride and broke his toe. We rode lightly drunk for the next few weeks so as to help him with his pain. I drank, just to empathise. A banana on steroids...nice and naughty at the same time. Took it with me when I moved to Whitehorse, Yukon Territory. That's one of the best places I've ever ridden a dirt bike. From the front, or back door, just leave ... period