Sure was. We had moved to Texas at the beginning of the school year. My dad bought me a Yamaha Mini Enduro, 60cc. Hence the helmet. The clear visor didn't last long. We didn't know about private property back then. I rode that thing all over the place. I used to side saddle it down the sidewalk in the neighborhood in case I saw a cop I could jump off, kill the engine and act like I was pushing it. There was a big sand pit in the woods where we would ride often. If you wanted to get out of the bottom you had to jump your way out. The sides where steep. I wiped out on that little Yamaha so many times...but never broke a bone.
I did the math. This photo was actually December 1972.
