My best friend’s dad had this same brown Rabbit (unfortunately sans BBS rims) when we were growing up.
1985. I’m in the parking lot next to my house, learning to ride my dad’s ten-speed. It’s a big deal because it’s also the first time with the training wheels off. I wasn’t tall enough to reach the seat so I just stood up. Quickly approaching a light pole, I had no idea how to operate a brake lever so I just jumped off. Chin hits pole, and next thing I knew I woke up in Tito Lelem’s brown Rabbit being rushed to the doctor’s office. I still have the marks on my chin from the eight stitches. Cool story bro.