A pal and and I are about 10-12 years old. We are riding our bikes between two local small towns. I am on my pride and joy..60s Huffy cruiser with ballon tires, he is on his Schwinn Purple Krate (he had a paper route). As we are crossing the old quarter mile race area (long straight stretch), the 17 year old town bully pulls up on his brand new Honda trail 90. He informs us that he will help us by pulling me across the flats using his Honda as the tow truck and he will do so safely so I do not have any option to say no. He proceeds to put the elastic cable from his rear fender rack on the handle bars of my bike. We take off, he goes 10 MPH for a short while, then 20, then 30, then 40, then 50. By this time I am sheet white, finally at the end of the flats (roughly 2 miles) he pulls the Honda over. I tell him that I could have been easily killed and that he shouldn't have went so fast. While laughing himself silly, he proceeds to tell me it was only 55 and that I should stop my whinning or he wouldn't tow me back even faster. I told him I would rather just get my self back and did so. Everytime I saw him thereafter, he would ask if I wanted a tow.