I used to have a KDX200. Damn near killed myself a couple three times. Hit a dog doing 60 or so, jumped a car on a bet, and ended up in a creek racing a train between Handley and Pantego (east side of Ft. Worth). That was a tough bike. (handle bars, forks, and tires/rims/brakes not included). I called it quits after 11 tickets (all at once) and teen court.
Started playing guitar and life got really wild. I could go on. I may write a book one day.
I ain’t even done.
“between Handley and Pantego”
Part of my old stomping grounds, near Lake Arlington. Village Creek?