30 Mph is a lot of speed for a young boy. It was enough to make me feel like I was the king of the world and it was what got me permanently hooked on motorcycles. My favorites thing to do as a small child was blast around on this cherry red Honda Z50. It’s about to have its 40 birthday and has gone through: a carburetor rebuild, broken front fork, smashed head light, popped tire, and a ripped seat(I was not responsible for any of these, goes to show why letting people ride your bike is a bad idea). This is all it has had to suffer through in my short time with it, the bike is a fighter. It might not be the nicest bike I own, but it is by far the coolest.