If you got to blow the whistle I’m jealous.
Blew the whistle, held the throttle and once (only) tried to pull the brake lever which was as tall as I was and I couldn’t even squeeze the clutch closed! Some of the best times of my youth along with dawn fishing for walleye, fighting off the bears in the blueberry patches and my grandma’s venison stew...from the deer SHE shot.