My most memorable ride was when I was 14 and my brother and a neighbor made the ride from our house to the verde river. We packed lunches and spare fuel and had a basic idea of how to get to the river considering that our dad had taken us there by truck a few times, so we had to figure it out by using the desert trails. I was riding a 1982 185s three wheeler my brother was on his yamaha mx80 and my neighbor had a suzuki Rm 80. That was an all day adventure that seemed like an eternity. We also learned early on how to do repair tires with plugs so we could continue our journey. Funny thing was back then to was our parents never new how far we rode they thought we were out in the desert close to home.