At the Kansas Motorcycle Museum in Marquette, Kansas
My brothers used to have a Rupp minibike when we were kids. They'd drive like crazy around the yard. I was able to take a turn once in awhile. I wasn't as crazy about it. I remember speeding out and unbeknownst to me, the back tire was in a pile of dog doo. The tire spun it up and onto my hair. I screamed like a girl and ran into the house to take the hottest shower I'd ever taken and to wash my hair at least 5 times. That's just one of my memories of our lime green Rupp minibike.
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