“Malo periculosam, libertatem quam quietam servitutem.”
The construction reminds me of an early 60s machine called a Tote Gote. My dad had one. It was a pretty functional kind of trail bike that you could ride up the mountain while hunting and use to bring your kill home. Really slow, though.
Hey Rob my Dad used to build tote goats from the frame up when I was a kid. He would sell them to his buddies that would go hunting/fishing with us. He made enough $'s to buy a Trail Breaker. 2 wheel drive mountain bike. I was truly blessed growing up in the Rocky's.