Bought a 110 new in 1980 for tree planting work. Great little machine. Could load it in the truck by hand. Later a Yam 125 and then 350X that was bad to the bone.

I rode one only one time. Forgot I wasn't on a 2 wheeler, put my feet down and drove over my calves. First and last time I got on one of those machines.

We had an ‘84 Honda 125M that I learned to ride on when I was four. Wore a helmet most of the time but I never crashed it. I too got the tire rash on my left leg from my foot slipping off the foot peg.

The 125s didn’t have a rear rack and I remember my dad bringing a deer back to camp on it. He made the deer straddle the seat then he straddled the deer and sat on it so it wouldn’t fall off. We thought it was so cool we made him go back down the road and filmed him riding into camp. Good times.

Like all Hondas that thing was reliable. Rode it until we got a Kawasaki Bayou 220 in ‘98. Still have the 220.

We had a guy bring a 3 wheeler into our archery camp one year in Colorado. He also liked beer. So after he broke his collarbone and 3 ribs and was driven out 24 miles just to get to the blacktop road and then off to the hospital. I went down the hill to ride the thing back to camp, I was a moto head so no big deal but that thing got caught in some wheel ruts and about broke my leg trying to stay on it. Never got on another one after that. Glad they were outlawed. lol

Yeah, gotta admit those 3 wheelers were bad.
Rode and raced anything with wheels back in the day.
Lots of those off road races were thru cow pastures and we have cows on our place also.

My older brother said it best: That would have hit me right in the face if I didn't have my mouth open....RIP Gene Rock!

My sister and I received two of them for Christmas. I was 12 and she was 15. The first day I ran it into a telephone pole and almost broke my leg. Day three I was doing 40 miles an hour and my sister turned in front of me and I flipped it. When my dad got home my future brother-in-law ask him if you would like to sell them. His words were it’s not the three wheeler it’s the driver. He will learn. We drove Thise for six years and I can see that carelessness was involved with every incident. Never got really hurt but it was a lot of power on a big red 300. I do miss them.

If you remember, for sharp high speed turns, a fellow had to lean or hang off the 3 wheeler leaning into the turn. My baby brother was a bit extreme on his riding, but never rolled it (I think). Used to scare me, just watching him.

Those 3 wheelers were great in water and mud, but Lord help you if you got into the sticky gumbo mud, which would roll up on the front tire, jam up the front fork and bring you to a halt. And good luck to you then. You Texas boys might not know what I mean by gumbo mud, and if you don’t, consider yourself lucky.

I am an oral surgeon and yes... those 3 wheeler's accounted for more pediatric midfacial fractures and mandibular fractures than anything I've seen in 37 years of practice.
A kid going 25 mph across a field and hits a pot hole - instantly becoming a missile. Glad they took them off the market.

They, last time I was there, were still popular in Canada. All our bear guides used them....slow learners.

Like others I learned quickly not to put a leg down as the rear tire would chew on it pretty severely. And, they were pretty good at fording a creek but you had to carefully balance them so as not to tip over. And, if you were climbing a steep slope such as a creek bank, you had to get way out over the front handle bars to keep it from flipping over backward. Those were the days......or maybe not.

Yep, I consider myself lucky, having had some close calls with only minor scrapes and bruises.