When I was 14 years old, our local preacher took me and a 16 year old guy I had never met before, and hauled my 1966 Kawasaki B-8 125, the other kid's Honda 305 Dream, and the preacher's Kawasaki 750 3 cyl, from North east South Dakota to El Paso Texas over Christmas vacation. We camped in a KOA campground and visited the minister's mother. I had my restricted permit that was considered legal so long as I was within 100 miles of the minister. One day he got his bike worked on, and us kids rode around El Paso, and ended up getting stopped on Fort Bliss for not having our face shields on, required on base but not in Texas at that time. The authorities weren't so sure we didn't ride our bikes down from South Dakota, even though the temp when we left was minus 20! We had to wait till our minister got his bike out of the shop and he came over and vouched for us, and we continued our trip. Our minister's mom had a favorite restaurant and she loved to watch us guys eat pancakes, which worked out great for us. I couldn't believe my folks let me go, and I couldn't believe my good fortune to go on such an adventure at my age, with my fantastic 125 Kawasaki!