mine has a little electric yamaha wheeler that she will ride until it runs out of juice. I have a ttr-90 that gets abused and we both ride up and down the road (3 families live down my road) until the battery dies.
This brings back very pleasant memories.
Both the wee lads sitting astride the magazine rack in front of the TV.
One with an ancient Bell Star in my colours on his noggin, the other with a Darth Vader Simpson on. Helmets very much resting on their shoulders.
Both wearing gloves and generally carrying on while we all watched Rainey and Schwantz duke it out.