Back in the early 1970s my parents got me a brand spankin new Honda CT-70. I was about 12 and we lived in a pretty rural area. All summer long my buddies and I rode our minibikes and junior motorcycles all over the place. 4 or 5 years later I got a Honda SL-125 and put the well-ridden CT-70 in the barn for storage. I had put thousands of miles on it. Over 100 miles in one long and fantastic summer day! When I had kids, the first grandchildren for my parents, they took the Honda 70 to a local shop and had it freshened up so my son could begin riding just like I did.
He enjoyed riding it on weekends at the grandparents' house but never really got bitten by the motorcycle bug like I had, and like my father before me had. Dad was a Norton/Triumph guy. I was always a Honda guy. Street for dad, trails for me.
Anyway, my son had some friends over one day and they all enjoyed the CT-70. So easy to ride, fast enough but not too fast. Apparently the new modern gasoline with it's ethanol content is different enough from the gas in the 1970s and the fuel line was eaten away. Below are the "before" and "after" pictures. RIP my little Honda. Nobody was hurt. My son was taking his turn, wide open in third gear across the field, when he notices his buddies yelling and jumping up and down. When he looked back he saw he flames and jumped off.
