I believe we were 15, probably the fall of 87 or spring of 88. One time Christy stayed the night at my house on the mesa and we decided to meet up with Paul Gower (with whom I had a love/hate/like relationship). Paul for some reason, was riding a mini bike up and down Fairburn. He also owned a Yellow Gremlin, but that's another story in itself. We decided it would be a 'good' idea for ALL three of us to ride on this bike to the Dairy. Anyone who grew up on the mesa in the 80's knows about the Dairy... the "original" Dairy on I Ave. We basically kept sliding off the seat and Paul was a crazy driver and Christy keep laughing so hard. I don't believe we actually made it to the Dairy, but Christy chided me about how my dad would be pissed because "on a 'motorcyle' (my dad was VEHEMENTLY against motorcycles)... and even WORSE, I wasn't wearing a helmet, and even worse than that... WITH A BOY (since I wasn't officially allowed to 'date' yet)!" We had a good time stupidly driving down the streets, and then had to be 'stealth' in order to sneak back up to my parents house from the Ranchero down Minstead to be dropped off. Christy just kept laughing, it was like she had an adrenaline rush from the open air. I can still picture her face and hear her laughing standing in the middle of the road saying "Now YOU have to sit on the end so the tire will rub YOUR butt!!"