@It Takes Eleven, Yeah, those Elsinores were great looking and fast. Used to have a friend with one, I think it was grey silver. We would meet up at the slate dumps and race around a make shift track. His was a 250, mine a 125. He would tear me up on the short straight, but I would catch him on the tuns and curves. I could slow down quicker and make the turns and curves a little quicker than he could. Dirt bikes are a lot of fun, but like your Dad told you, they are very dangerous. I had my YZ only about 3 years or so, but later in life owned and rode 2 different used Honda CR 125's. The last one I think was a 1987, bought around '98 or '99. I lived very close to a power line and several old logging roads. I would ride alone mostly after getting home from work for an hour or two. Finally at about the age of 46 in 2002, I came to realize If I were to get seriously hurt off in the woods somewhere, it would probably not end well. So I sold it to a friend from work. Like you, I was thrown off several times, but never hurt badly. I did go to the doc in the box once to get my ribs x rayed , but turned out they were only bruised. I never rode a 250, I'm around 5'7 and weighed around 145 to 150 range. My 125's were very fast and powerful enough for me. Like riding a dang rocket.