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But when you left, did you fill the holes you made in the walls with white toothpaste like a pro?

This is what happens when you grow up around Doug Domokos...

I oh SO regret that I don’t have any cool pics of myself racing in the early 70’s like many have posted here…but while dear ol’ Mom & Dad were all-in on my brother & I having bikes, they were diametrically opposed to our desire to race! (My bro & I never raced until we were old enough to sign ourselves in at the gate! 🥵) But I’ll go ahead & post this semi-nerdy (ALL-nerdy? 🤔) pic from about 1975 that completely encapsulate EXACTLY how growing up in the 70’s looked! 10 years old…OKC, just before Christmas break in my...

I had one granddad that trained high dollar quarter horses. All American Futurity at Ruidoso Downs level. This was the 70s, so no telling what they were jacked up on, but those horses were routinely pissed off. He'd have me run them. (And shovel stalls, of course.) Scary monsters, they were, to say on top of. The other granddad was a Honda-Yamaha dealer. Easy choice, but a tough conversation for a 10-year-old... Dad's dad would be like, why would you choose motorcycles over horses? Well, because granddad, when I get bucked off my motorcycle, it's because of something I did...

The 78-79 CR250s were beasts. I had one of the first 78s in my area and my results definitely improved because of that bike. Three years later it was made obsolete by water cooling, single shock, rising-rate suspension, etc.

The glass work on the Spanish bikes was just gorgeous, and the Phantom deep blue/orange scheme really popped! It was a fun bike, very light at about 200 pounds, and in those days I could dead lift it. Quite often loaded it without a ramp. I can't say it was the most reliable bike, but it was fun. A bit peaky. A friend bought a 77 YZ 250 a bit after that was a much easier bike to ride. Then unfortunately Honda came out with the 78 Cr250, within a year of me buying this and it was pretty obsolete...

Mid 70's headed out with my Honda and Dad and his Husky. Every weekend we went somewhere, woods, gravel pit, tracks, Dessert 100.

1975?

the Ossa sure was a looker! Just screams exotic kick ass classic Euro racer. I went from my Z50 to a 1970 Bulto Sherpa S in 1971. Could never keep a top end happy no matter how much I babied it. Cut my teeth on wrenching 2 strokes there so some good came out of it!

You're on drugs. Even the people who think he's a total head case and his own worst enemy still mostly like the guy.

Since the Colorado location was specifically mentioned in this thread, I feel it is fair to give my side of the story. I can only speak about my own documented experience. I owned and operated an established suspension business before entering the TBT franchise relationship. I paid the franchise fee and completed training because I believed I was purchasing an organized franchise system with manuals, documented procedures, technical support, clear parts requirements, marketing assistance, and value from the TBT name. That was not what I experienced. I repeatedly had to chase basic information, follow up on unanswered emails and messages...

Burkeen is funny af even if he's trying a little too hard sometimes.

Yes, in referenc to Bluto's famous motivational speech in the movie.😆

Anybody remember these?

That YZ pic reminded me that in 1977 I should have asked for a YZ80D, but instead chose a DT100D. I didn't realize MX was all over New England and never thought to ask my in town shop, which was also a hardware store that sold first Hondas then Yamahas in the side room. Living with trails out my backyard I decided I wanted a bike with lights so I could ride at night like lots of other kids. Busted off every light and the speedo. So off with the MR50 to the DT. Oddly enough I picked the MR50...

I picked this up at Barber for something to get around on

Salinas, CA MX 1979 -YZ125F