It is a TTR. It was actually my wife's bike. My son rode it for a while after outgrowing his XR80 He quickly outgrew the TTR as well.
I don't have a son and my only daughter doesn't ride (yet, I hope someday) but this is me and my father during a stop on the way home from Bike Week in Daytona 1979. We had a couple of cold beers left in the ice-filled sink the morning we left the motel, wrapped them in a towel and rolled them up in a sleeping bag for insulation. Stopped on the side of the I-4 and drank them while taking a break.
At the motel (Davey Johnson's Second Sack Motel at the time), BIL on left, me on right with my CB350F made to look like a 400F, father's Gold Wing on the right past BIL's KZ1000
Me and Dad during beer stop (picture was in a frame and got faded, stuck and got torn removing it)
My wife doesn't ride with me anymore except as a passenger but we had some fun back in the day.Very cool. I'm still trying to get my wife to ride with me.
My son outgrew his TTR after just a few trips up north. His is the 17/14 model not the L which has 19/16 wheels. It was perfect for him to learn to ride on in the parking lot at work and get some trail experience. He got a CRF250F to replace it.
Dude, great picture and what a view!With my wife, my son and some friends. This was an awesome day of riding.
That's amazingly cool that you have those photos. Our daughter just moved away to school a couple of months ago. Everyone always said they grow up so fast...My daughter was excited when I brought home my GSA in 2013, and equally excited when the K showed up in August. She was decidedly less enthusiastic about riding in the bloody hot German weather in July.