Growing up we all had that friend, or knew someone that had that friend….you know…the kid who lived in the middle woods or grew up on a farm or something similar. Whenever you visited, it usually meant taking the old 2 stoke farm bike out the shed and doing things you really shouldn’t be. The foot pegs had always been re-welded on 3 or 4 times and the handle bars had so many kinks it was impossible to ride the thing in a straight line….but it never died, it took all the adolescent abuse you could throw at it and it provided hours of semi to pretty dangerous enjoyment and memories. Well that’s the kinda nostalgia we were going for when we built the Farm Scrambler you see here. Except we have paddy fields not farms.