Of course I'd gotten more or less accustomed to the bike by then, and riding around by myself like that, my thoughts drifted back and forth between the present and the past. When I was a kid, the CR125 was more motorcycle than I could handle, and it was a steep learning curve trying to tame it. But now, it felt like a mini-bike-in fact, at 180 pounds it's the only motorcycle I've ever raced that I've outweighed! The suspension felt primitive at best, the rear end kicking up over square-edged bumps, and the drum front brake required a strong pull to achieve anything remotely resembling stopping power. Fortunately the track was mostly fast and flowing, and with such a low center of gravity, the little Elsie slid really well on the gas.