In 2005, long before I had any interest in bikes, you could find this little fellow beside our garage.
and sat... for I don't know for how long. Eventually the nephew wanted it back and we granted his wish. Our brother-in-law was not so thrilled. The little Suzuki ended up in his shop where it was dismembered and left scattered about the place. Sadly that's pretty much the end of the tale. I think a few pieces can still be found over at the brother-in-law's shop.