When I was a little kid i got this three wheeler from my neighbor i bought it from him for five dollars. It wasn't much but the body was in good shape and he said that it used to run about two or three years ago, then they got a fourwheeler so they just quit driving it. i knew that as long as it used to run i had something to work with. So i bought it when i got home all i wanted to do was work on it but i couldnt i had to go milk cows. After i finished milking the cows i went straight to the bar to get to work. it took me two nights, four cans of carburator cleaner, two new tires, and two spark plugs to get everything set rite, and running good. I was up all night working on it both nites and i didn't stop (except to help around the farm with chores) until that thing was running and i was riding it. once I got it running good and the kid who i bought it froms dad saw me riding it around, he decided he wanted it back. He came over to my dad and told him that he still had the title to it and if it wasn't at his house by seven o'clock that night he would call it in stolen. i only had that three wheeler for a week but that is what got me started in the motocross.