MyDad bought me the 1982 100J. I loved the bike and road it on the farm and on the Tennessee gas pipelines back in the hills. That little YZ was a tank. It would climb hills as well as my cousins Honda CR 250!
My mistake was trying to race it in the 125 class at my local track. I didn’t finish the race.
Not the bike’s fault. It was part of God’s plan for my life. I’m a Pharmacist today because I crashed my YZ and spent 13 days in a coma. God knew I’d wreck and have to learn everything over. That was 1985. God’s still working on me. I have learned to depend on Him every day. I can’t even walk without Him holding my hand.
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MyDad bought me the 1982 100J. I loved the bike and road it on the farm and on the Tennessee gas pipelines back in the hills. That little YZ was a tank. It would climb hills as well as my cousins Honda CR 250!
My mistake was trying to race it in the 125 class at my local track. I didn’t finish the race.
Not the bike’s fault. It was part of God’s plan for my life. I’m a Pharmacist today because I crashed my YZ and spent 13 days in a coma. God knew I’d wreck and have to learn everything over. That was 1985. God’s still working on me. I have learned to depend on Him every day. I can’t even walk without Him holding my hand.