Bought a used 1980ish Hondamatic when i was 14 years old. I had a buddy with shady parents. She drove me to the house and pretended to be my mom. On the way there she asked me if she negotiates a lower price, can she keep the money??
I had never ridden a bike. Luckily this version didnt have a clutch. Drove it home and parked it down the street. Would wake up in the middle of the night and sneak out. Go for a ride. Talk about feeling alive!!! The smell and the vibration.
Drove it to high school a couple times. Was sketchy because i was underage and teachers could recognize me. Back then i had a ponytail and got good grades so in a way i kind of stood out. Teachers liked me and recognized me easily.
One time i took my sister to soccer practice on it. Only had 1 helmet so i gave it to her. I remember that ride worried a cop would pull me over for no helmet. Turns out that ride is what eventually got me busted. My sister didnt know about the bike. Forget why she didnt have a ride to soccer practice. Told her dont say anything but i can give you a ride.
One day im walking home after high school with my Mexican buddy. Get to my culdesac and the bike is gone. Some gardeners are working nearby and i ask my buddy to ask them if they saw anything. Sure enough they said a bobtail truck came and loaded the bike, and they guy looked like me!! My parents were divorced. That was my dad bringing a company work truck.
He ended up auctioning the bike at his work. I never got the money for it. Was funny the day the bike disappeared because i didnt say squat. But could tell my mom was tripping out. Its crazy how kids can have that power over parents sometimes. Im 14 years old. What are they really going to do? (luckily for me a major ass whooping was never a thing, my dad got it bad and swore to never do the same)
Looking back it was a trip. Me and some friends took the bus down to the DMV after school. I didnt have enough money so my buddy pawned his calculator across the street from the Azusa DMV. I wait my turn and get to the register. Turns out i was still a few bucks short. No joke the DMV lady gave me the remaining cash to register the bike in my name!!!
Sometimes when i remember the story it seems like a big fat lie. If i remember correctly i hit the DMV. Lady said im short. We pawned the calculator and just by chance got the same lady again. Told her what we did and she must have felt sorry and gave me the extra 5 bucks or so.
Every now and then my family brings up the story. I was told 20 years later that someone ratted me out, but my moms words are that "she promised to never say who it was". So obviously it was my sister.