I ran away from home and ended up in Auckland. Someone had an RD125 that I got to borrow. I can still remember racing down the Southern Motorway at night on it. It seemed so rapid and awesome for such a little bike. It also has such classic styling – it still looks like a real bike. This one never worked as well as it should have – the carbs had been scavenged for a racing go-kart and the replacements never seemed to work as well as they should have. Jean rode it to work at Highden for a while.