The Gote was a powerful scoot. Four aspects one had to be aware of. 1.) Worm gear drive. The Gote did not coast. Cut the throttle and you slow down NOW! I wiped out several times. 2.) Crossing rivers. Get the variable clutch wet, like crossing a stream, gives a new meaning to "dead in the water". 3.) Run out of gas? Can't push it home. 4.) The Gote would carry a rider with ease, but the muffler ran under the rear carrier so hot butt rider without a cushion. I let the bike go after 30 years, but I have all the documentation like the title, accessory price list and the original order to ship from Provo, Utah. I contend if one could secure the Gote to a tree, it would climb it.
Somewhere in my picture collection is my very first custom bike, a Honda 50. I entered it into a cycle show at 14 years old. Pretty crude it was, but I had a lot of fun with it. The pictures I don't have is my first ride at 8 years old driving my brothers Cushman, my mini-bikes and a thrill of a lifetime was at 13 years old, an older kid who lived nearby let me ride down my dead-end street on his Electra-Glide. Bikes have always been in my life, one way or another. I too got bounced around a bit. The biggest shock was moving to Brazil in 62 at 10 years old and coming home in 64 at 12 years old. We traveled a lot. At 12 years old, I was an adult. As so it seemed.