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I think Santo Rugger is referring to one of these dirt bikes and not the BMX bicycle kind. They can be pretty powerful motorized devices and there is no uniform age restrictions on them (it varies from state to state), but it’s usually illegal to drive on a roadway unless you’re sixteen.
I think those are dangerous for kids, personally, but I have freinds who’ve been riding mini dirt bikes since they were six years old.
ETA: I think the parents were asshats for letting the kids follow them in the street BTW.
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The ones we had when we were the girl’s age were smaller than that. I think they were YZ 50s or something like that, so they had 50cc engines, and small, fat tires. We used to call ourselves the Rice brothers, because we found a black and white picture of them in the Guinness Book, and their bikes looked just like ours. While sifting through the BBC, I found one article that said the girl’s four wheeler was 100cc. While that was probably too big for the girl, it was probably just right for the older, heavier child. When buying siblings gifts, and buying them the same thing, parents and grandparents tend to get them the same size, to avoid the inevitable, “Why is his better?” If it was a bit to big for her, the parents probably thought she’d “grow into it”.
My little brother’s best friend in elementary school died on his dirt bike when he was 11, less than a quarter mile from my house. He was riding on the back of his bike, while a girl was driving. As they were getting ready to go down and up a dry watering hole to “get some air”, that I had to have taken at least, literally, a thousand times, he thought they weren’t going fast enough. He reached up and feathered the throttle. She wasn’t expecting it and leaned back, causing the bike to wheelie and knocking both of them off. She had his helmet on, but broke her hip. He didn’t make it.
Nobody in the community blamed the parents, or said they were negligent. It was his bike, and they didn’t even use keys. If we wanted to ride our bikes, we’d hop on. We didn’t need to ask permission. The roads between our houses weren’t “urban” in any way. Heck, I lived on a gravel road, and we were the only house on our side of the street. We would ride our bikes all over the place, well before we were 13 (the age you can get a motorcycle license in NM), even to town to get gas in them (although usually our dads filled up our portable tanks when they got gas in their trucks).
If this had been in my neighborhood, even today, the only retrospective error in judgment would have been that it happened at night. While the point that it was a brand new machine for this girl is a good one, I doubt it was her first time operating one. My buddy’s parents owned less than 10 acres, and a four wheeler with a utility trailer on the back was the main form of transportation for feeding, hauling manure, and just general getting around. I would assume that since the family had 50 acres with horses, that they used them to get around on, too.
I can imagine the excitement on Boxing Day of wanting to get out and ride. I don’t think riding at night, in the dark, was the greatest idea ever. But I rode behind cars in the daytime all the time when I was seven or eight, and nobody thought anything of it. Shit happens, and accidents suck. I’m not trying to high five the parents or anything like that, but I am saying that events similar to this happen all over the place, every single day, without any accidents. They were negligent, sure, but I really don’t find this pitworthy.