Funny story about sneaking out on a dirt bike.
When I was 14, I had a Yamaha 125. I rode it through the fields to get to a friend's house to go riding together and have a sleepover so we could ride more the next day.
After the sun went down we decide to ride down to the main rode to get sodas out of a soda machine. It was probably one mile. So, were at the soda machine and a cop drives past. We jump on our bikes and down the road we go. He knew the road since he lived there...me, not so much.
My buddy makes it around a sharp curve, I went off the road and down the bank laying the bike down. I jump up to start it and it was flooded. Before too long the cop comes pulling up. Called my parents.
I had to go to court and my father told the judge "the bike has been sold and he's not getting another while he lives under my roof."
Oh to be young!!
