Now for a little sidebar...
There is a posh resort on East Sound of Orcas Island in the PNW, San Juan Islands, called Rosario Resort. We would go there every summer by boat when we were kids. Back in the sixties they rented those 'tote-goat' mini bikes for visitors to ride up to Mount Constitution - the highest point of the entire area, with 360* astounding views of the entire San Juan Islands and to the north into British Columbia.
One weekend we were there with non-boater family friends, it was common for 'landlubbers' to take the ferry and go there and we would meet up with them. Mom and Dad and this couple rented a pair of those minibikes, which were more or less unsafe as hell, no one wore protective clothing, no helmets, no boots. They swapped wives and rode them the half-dozen miles up the windy road to the observation point up on top of the mountain.
On the way back my father, the hellion that he was, dumped his with our friend's wife on the back. She got skinned up a bit but nothing broken and no stitches. We were actually all quite lucky we all lived through such 'dangerous times'.
Worth noting - both of the men are long gone, cancer claiming them both, the old wives still kicking in their eighties.
Some years later I had several mini-bike types and Dad would help me offload at the various marinas we would visit and I would ride them all over those islands. EVERYWHERE. Not once did anyone ever say 'no' or 'you can't go there'. EVER. Man, those were the days!
My dad got me my first mini bike when I was eleven. Before that I would ride a unicycle everywhere, up and down the docks, the boarding ramps, I even delivered newspapers on a uni. Remember those paper hauling white cotton canvas bags with the front and back pocket? Our paper routes were generally 25-30 homes, which was no problem on weekdays, but the Sunday paper was huge. I was lucky to be able to even lift the thing - all hundred-pounds of weakling that I was.
And there's your history lesson for the day.
That Spark Mini really pings some old neural-traces.
I guess a few hung on to them things cuz it wasn't hard to find an archive pic of one just like my first. It was 8hp and had a 'jack-shaft' with two centrifugal clutches for a very basic two-speeds.
Check out those 'shocks'. LOL I remember when 'folding footpegs' became all the rage. Just so you wouldn't tear your calf up when your foot slipped off, or if you hit an obstacle it wouldn't rip the peg off.