The best/worst part of that 175 when I got it running, after dad told me I wasted $20 on it, and was so pissed off that I got "ripped off"... was when he got home from guiding a fishing trip out above Pierre, SD (90 mile north west of the farm). I was so proud of getting it running, and he jumped on it and hauled ass down the 1/4 mile long gravel driveway...it was a T intersection at the road (also gravel, there wasn't a paved road for 3 miles), with a 6 barb fence on the other side of the ditch...bike didn't have brakes worth a fuck. He got slowed down "enough", disappeared over the road and into the ditch, and laid it down before going through the fence. He was a "little shaken up" pulling back into the yard, cussed me a bit, and told me I wasn't allowed to ride it again until I got some brakes working. Good times.