A couple of days ago,my Aunt calls me about a bike that belonged to my cousin that she was about to toss out. It turned out to be the very first mountain bike I ever rode.My cousin bought it new and he rode it over to my house.I was a roadie at the time and I told him mountain bikes were a fad. That was before I threw my leg over it and took it out for a spin. Many years and mt bikes later,I have the bike in my collection.It's a beater with many miles and my cousin abused it but it's a fun bike to ride,just like I remembered it. Of course I couldn't keep my tools away from it and I tweeked it for my style of riding.First thing to go was the kick stand.