Trenchcoat85
Husqvarna
Pro Class
my first "real motorcycle" (IOW, not a bonanza or taco) was my dad's Yamaha Big Bear twin 250 in '68. I thought that thing was huge. (major props to my dad for riding it TO the Rubicon, switching sprockets, riding THE Rubicon, switching sprockets- and then riding back home to the bay area. wow. just wow.)

I raced Honda CL90s (and a trail 70), my dads 250, and the like...
...but my first real dirt bike that I owned was a '71 CT1 175 ($525 OTD) when I was 14. I wanted a 125MX, but my dad got a good deal on this thing. Somehow I ended up loving it.
And it taught me a lot- I raced the 200 class (which was less competitive than the 125s) and won a lot of races. I pointed-out to expert pretty fast... less than a year.

Unfortunately (or maybe not) I had to race with the 250 experts after that; and I never won again. OTOH, I did okay (lotsa top-10s with 20+ riders; occasional 4th place trophy) and it made me understand that horsepower was not everything... or even anything (the 175 had less power than the 125MX- maybe 15hp; 250s at the time were 25+).
I was the cockiest 15yo pulling down top-10s around; a bit too big for my britches ('cause I loved passing CZs, pursangs, huskys, et al... going downhill). BTW, for you official old pharts out there: that's a buffalo breath jersey (slightly outta style by this time) and a Bell Star with a duckbill (and way ahead of it's time). This is 1972. and thats the Pacific Ocean (Pacifica, CA) in the background.

I raced Honda CL90s (and a trail 70), my dads 250, and the like...
...but my first real dirt bike that I owned was a '71 CT1 175 ($525 OTD) when I was 14. I wanted a 125MX, but my dad got a good deal on this thing. Somehow I ended up loving it.
And it taught me a lot- I raced the 200 class (which was less competitive than the 125s) and won a lot of races. I pointed-out to expert pretty fast... less than a year.

Unfortunately (or maybe not) I had to race with the 250 experts after that; and I never won again. OTOH, I did okay (lotsa top-10s with 20+ riders; occasional 4th place trophy) and it made me understand that horsepower was not everything... or even anything (the 175 had less power than the 125MX- maybe 15hp; 250s at the time were 25+).
I was the cockiest 15yo pulling down top-10s around; a bit too big for my britches ('cause I loved passing CZs, pursangs, huskys, et al... going downhill). BTW, for you official old pharts out there: that's a buffalo breath jersey (slightly outta style by this time) and a Bell Star with a duckbill (and way ahead of it's time). This is 1972. and thats the Pacific Ocean (Pacifica, CA) in the background.