Bodgies and Widgies.
Bodgies and Widgies.
In and out of jobs, running free
Waging war with society
My dad has ridden bikes for donkeys.... Well i couldnt ride his old XJ 750 so i worked my arse off to get my own bike, after buying a car and saving up enough for a bike and good gear i got the current onenow the bike bug has bitten hard as and i ride (well i will when it gets back from the shop
) everyday.....rain or shine track or road, i even have a job which involves riding a bike (if you can call a CT110 a bike....) only use the car when need to pick lots of people up or its raining and the g/f and i need to go somewhere...
I guess that its too long ago to remember exactly why, but what with farm bikes and friends trail bikes, being away from home and the freedom to do as I liked.
"I think men who have a pierced ear are better prepared for marriage.
They've experienced pain and brought jewelry." - Rita Rudner
A man is only as big as the dreams he dares to live
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I'm one of those pomgolians that grew up on bikes then motorcycle and sidecar riding.It was a way of life back then. Nooone could afford a car so the bike was the next best thing.
My first bike for road riding was my 15th birthday present from my family-A 1976 honda cb100.
I havent looked back
My first bike I bought when I was 17. It is just one of those things that happened. Knocked around with a crew who rode. Only rode for about three years and stopped. Got married years later and bought a wee Yamaha 175 and then a Honda 250 mainly to get to work cheaply. Had no interest in bikes for some time then saw a Cali and simply fell in love with it. I have only been back in the saddle for about 15 months but not planning to leave for some time.
Skyryder
Chick at school had one, been obsessed ever since
Also I've always wanted to get into motor racing, and motorcycle racing always seemed such a pure form of it.. just waiting for the day i can afford a formula3 machine.
I didn't like nor understand them - so I decided that the best way to overcome it was to buy a bike. An expensive way to overcome it yes - but it worked. I just wanted to prove to myself I could ride....did that (argueably)...so happy. Next hurdle is racing.
'what got me into bikes'
Well as a wee fella I was in the back of the parents car at the servo and a CB750 or simaler rocked up for fuel.
As I day dreamed up out of the window at this huge noisy horse of steel I knew that thats what I want one day.
The funny thing is I had know idea what it was yet today I can picture it clear as and know that it was a CB 750 with those horrid big crome crash bars that hang way out to far and even the servo that we were at 'Wierd'
cheers DD
(Definately Dodgy)
The guys I hung round with when I joined the Air force all rode bikes.
One of my earliest memories of bikes was of a fight at the old man's gas station between a group of bike riders and the local maori tough guys some time round New Years eve back when Triumph Tridents were pretty special. The bike guys pounded them first time but a quick visit back to the pub saw a good turnout of the "bro's". Things got ugly with a bike on fire and flames in the gutter from spilt fuel. A couple of the badder riders returned the next weekend looking for the chief trouble maker but "gosh", he couldn't be found. They weren't all such bad guys and left a real impression. Mum made the local paper print a correction to the original story they printed laying the blame on the bike guys.
Genetics.....
My dad and his brothers all rode bikes and my grandfather on my mothers side rode bikes......I was doomed from the day I was born....
My brother rides(I got him into it,he's never had a car...)and most of my cousins ride too.....never stood a chance.....
Fair number of my family ride as well, brothers, cousin, nephews, and 5yr old son.
Over here we just get together for a few drinks on New Years Eve,interesting to hear of other local customsOriginally Posted by speedpro
Couldn't be bothered riding my bike to uni and had some money left over from my student loan, so I decided to buy a bike, for a bit of fun and some good and cheap transport. So much for that. Probably spent nearly 10 grand in a year on bikes and bike stuff, lol.
Well my earliest ride was sitting in front of my uncle when he tore arse around the streets on his quite large off-roader. After that nothing much untill i moved to this country and met CK. He got me into bikes (my folks said they would kill him if i got a bike but he is still alive) and have never looked back. Driven a car a grand total of 5 times and it still scares the shit out of me much rather be in the safe embrace of my motorcyle
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Dont know what or why, really. Hopped on a mates scooter, thought, this is fun and seem to have been riding ever since. No philosophising about it at all!
Originally Posted by claire
What were you thinking, indeed! That must have been an interesting sight! - eg Mr & Mrs Grumpy! (pic)
I always thought they were suitable for people 4'10 and 5 stone!![]()
“- He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it.”
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