My dad always had bikes growing up so I started on the back, then riding them.
I always liked the speed and handling, but with my ex she hated them and put the foot down. So it was a procession of fast cars ('72 Valiant 318 V8, '84 VH Commodore SS - 4.2 V8, '89 Mitsi VR4 turbo, '92 Nissan Skyline GTS-T, '94 Subaru Legacy GT-B spec) but they never quite hit the spot the way my bikes did.
So when my (now) wife and I moved to Upper Hutt in November it was obvious something had to be done. The Legacy was going to kill me on petrol consumption - plus the gearbox had just shat itself.
So - back on bikes. Jim had it in one - the closest you can get to flying on two wheels. It's just like the feeling when gliding - when you fly you treat the air like a liquid and that's just the feling I get on the bike.
Plus, a car is sooooooooo boring ...
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
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