I was riding my mini bike when I was 5 yrs. old that my step dad bought.I could ride for miles on dirt roads w/ my Springer Spaniel running along w/me. The farmers in the Mississippi delta would see me all over the place.They would laugh because they always saw my dust first. Nothing was posted. I always respected the farmer's crops & stayed on the dirt roads. They did not care & would let me ride as I pleased. A few years later I heard from farmers some people were running through their crops, & doing lots of damage. Gates, & fences came next.Posted signs. Who could blame them. I did not understand why everyone did not respect the land. Why did these people do this? Trust was gone.