When I was a kid, oh about 11 yrs or so, my dad bought a Honda 90 trail bike. It was great fun, I rode by myself, sometimes took little sis along, I loved that bike the best of all I've had sense. Of course I was 11 and for a kid what could be better? One day a friend came along when we went on one of our trips to the hills to ride. I had been taught and reminded to not let anybody ride it, it was mine alone to ride. So off we went and a while later as I promised I let him ride it. And he rode it right into a small tree, fell off and broke his arm. Also my headlight, mirror, messed up the tank. I don't know what I was most afraid of, my poor hurting friend, or my poor hurting back side when dad found out. Never again.