Here is a short video my dad took, circa 1979, of me on my first bike, a Yamaha 125. I built it from 3 milk crates of parts in my parent's garage. Took me all winter, but when I was done, it ran. I raced it twice and scared myself to death. Never raced again.
Out of control wheelie. Notice the feet hanging off the footpegs in pure fear and the helmet falling off the back of my head.