When I was 17 in 1964, I had a Vespa 90 for wheels. I took it everywhere, even hunting. I use to wonder what I'd do if I got a deer, but never was lucky enough to have to figure it out.
I always remember my cousin and me going to meet our friends in Irvington, to go bowhunting. We left from Asbury Park and going over the Rt 35 bridge(Driscol) we were doing about 5mph when we hit the peak, and hit 55 going down. That was the days before motorcycles could use the Parkway and no helment was required.