- NEVER SAY NEVER - no one knows what the future holds.
I was about 9yrs when my brothers started riding MX but we called it scrambling then. I was shown how, then discovered it for myself. I rode whatever my brothers did, went to all the races, brain got imprinted onto men in leathers. Rode road bikes, had a little Suzuki I took to teachers college for 3 years - absolutely loved it. Christchurch in the 60's was mods/rockers hahahaha I had long fair hair blowing around beneath my cute little open face white helmet. I had a purple miniskirt and white boots. Oh joy. Then I came up to Auckland, met my doom, married a bloke who hated bikes, deleted it all ......no bikes and I thought I'll never ride again.....3 kids ......no bikes .....never again.
Some time later, Aha, divorce, money, freedom, got a 250 FZR and back on the road again. Oh heavenly freedom, then got a Suzuki RF 400 but I've never felt at home on it. When I get a round tuit, I'll be looking for the next bike to grace my garage. Never too old. Never too late.
But why be so one-dimensional about bikes vs cars? Myself I think its important to be flexible and practical in life - turn your hand to what-ever is necessary.
Cars are neat, but my favourite vehicles are hippy vans covered in flowers with peeling stickers that say "don't bother knock'n if the van's a' rockin" and old howlers like that.
And I like trikes. Reckon I'll get one when I give up dying my hair.......
Everything is always okay in the end.
If it's not, then it's not The End.
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