As a kid I put a REO engine on a tricycle, I then put a 5 hp briggs on a radio flyer, steering with the tongue(Man that hurt) It went down hill from there. 100 hodaka on a mini bike frame. Gokarts Mac 101s. In high school, Kawasaki 750 2 stroke triple, Ported, chambers, left the line at 12500 rpm. Back tire screwed to rim. Ran it at kcir grudge night in the mid 70s. Bought a new Harley in 76, had it 2 weeks tore it down. Got a little carried away,So much compression dad had to tow me down the street to start it, but when it ran it ran good!! got tired of hearing the 900 kawasaki guys bragging. Moved to Albuquerque, built a 67gtx 440 4speed. Cant remember the name of the dragstrip down there(old age). If it had an engine I raced it. Cops watched me, neighbors hated me. I was born that way. Now that the kids are grown I am back. Is this normal or is something bad wrong with me?