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Tell you the truth, I don't know either. I can answer for myself though. I've been riding mini-bikes and go-karts and junk since I was 5. My Uncle Duke was a real hot-rodder back in the late 50's and early 60's. My Uncle Ron had a 58 Chevy Impala convertible with a Connie Kit, 348 with trips, fender skirts, spolights and the like. Uncle Duke was always fooling around with it and his 56 Ford Fairlane, that he put a 312 T-Bird engine in. I was a little kid back then around 5 or 6 and was living with my grandmother while my mom was recovering from some heavy duty surgery, so Uncle Duke always made me help him.

He used to build mini-bikes and go-karts out of junk, but my grandmother would pitch a fit when I rode them, since they lived on 71st and Dicks Ave in SW Philly. I used to ride them in the Elmwood Ave park, but grandmom didn't care. My grandmother moved to Jersey in something like 64 or 65. The first thing Uncle Duke did when he got there was to buy a 62 Candy Apple Red Duo-Glide. He kept it in our garage and my mother hated that thing, but he loved it and used to take me for rides on it, I was 11 at the time and she used to stop him and make me get off. But that bike was in my garage every day for two years and I couldn't stay away from it. It could have been a Honda, Triumph, BSA or whatever and I would have felt the same way.

Ever since I saw Uncle Duke's Pan, I told myself one day I would get a Harley.

As for my Mom and bikes, she still hates them and she still tells me it's dangerous and I should sell it and I'm 50 now.