Blood?
Last time I looked it was Mobil Racing 4T
Blood?
Last time I looked it was Mobil Racing 4T
*is a bit slow*Originally Posted by Fishslayer
The only person I know of in my family that ever rode bikes was my grandmothers brothers, apparantly they used to ride Triumphs, and her oldest brother had an accident (no other vehicles involved) and died on x-mas eve. Everyone in my family has remembered that and have been dead set against bikes ever since.
Back in Zimbabwe the biker scene was tiny... by tiny I mean I only ever knew 3 people with bikes bigger than 150cc dirt bikes. And they lived up our road, so everyday at 5pm I'd sit on our wall just to watch them ride up the road on thier way home from work...
Eventually about 3 years later I had my first ride (as pillion) on a FJ1100, and knew from that moment on that nothing would stop me from having a bike... I brought bike mag's every month (they only came out once a month back home, and it was a South African mag called "Bike SA" or something).
Of course my family hated the idea and completely ignored my obvious passion for bikes brushing it off as a phase. Well I still havn't grown out of my "phase" and hopefully I never do![]()
I'm not a complete idiot... some pieces are missing![]()
Originally Posted by DingDong
mucho papoosa bueno no panocha
Its in my blood now, got the virus in Rarotonga, hired two of those point n' go scooter's, had hell fun, David Hiscock is a cousin of my fathers so i guess there could be a trickle of bike blood there somewhere......![]()
My grandfather was an Indian.Originally Posted by NC
Skyryder that's my Indian name.
Skyryder
Free Scott Watson.
i pretty much started motorcycling in my late 20's. late if you ask me?but i remember seein guys on bikes and thought,yeh man thats a bit of me.so went out and bought an RGV 250....
VTWIN- SUPERBIKE
Im the only one with a motorbike, big family too.
Must be evolution at work...![]()
For genes, Dad rode one solely as transport when he was 20ish. It was the cheapest form of transport he could get. Until he started coming home in ambulances, and his mum had enough and bought him a car. My uncle (Dad's brother) loves his motorcycles, and has old ones, Triumph, AJS, I dunno what, about 4. Loves riding them as well, and very single
I fell in love with them as the kid in the back seat of the car, being passed when in the country on a holiday, and driving around the country. Was offered a ride on a bike by my uncle at some point, but I was afraid and didn't take him up on it.
Started using bicycles at the equivalent of the start of intermediate. Moved here, and used them extensively for another 8 years or so. Got to the point I needed something, but cars were waaay too expensive. Remembered bikes. Mum wasn't happy at all, but Dad said he couldn't say no, as he had ridden.
Got my first bike, Dad told me to make good, as he had gone out on a limbEnjoyed muchly, for just over a year now. Mum still reckons I'm crazy, but I love it. Everything I thought it would be, and more.
Originally Posted by Jane Omorogbe from UK MSN on the KTM990SM
Yep Dad had a string of bikes ranging from a BSA bantam through a list of Triumphs and even a Vincent Black Prince before regressing into a scooter and a little Suzuki road bike. He can hardly drive now so probably better on four wheels from here on.
My dad rides, his dad rides, his dad rode, his dad......
Yea I'd say so.
Sever
Now and forever
you're just another lost soul about to be mine again
see her, you'll never free her
you must surrender it all
And give life to me again
Disturbed - Inside the Fire
Had a boyfriend many years ago who was in to bikes, actually I was in to his bikes more than I was into him... no, that's not really the truth either.. I only went out with him because he had a bike... Don't tell my mum....please..
Diarrhoea is hereditary - it runs in your jeans
If my nose was running money, I'd blow it all on you...
My father raced cars, but tried to hide that fact from myself and 2 older sisters, one day I found this old box of car mags, and started to read about my father having set records all over the show, BUSTED!
My mother and 2 sisters are real petrol heads. My oldest sister rides a 1200 bandit, leaves darkies out the corners, no chicken strips, in fact wears out the side tread before the middle, truly awesome! My other sister likes to pillion, the faster the better, if another bike passes us, she goes crazy bashing me over the helmet to get me going!
My youngest daughter will be the bike rider out of my 4 kids, she is a natural, just like dad, she rode a bicycle on her 1st ever attempt, unlike old pop she worked out how to stop, I remember my 1st bicycle ride, I too could ride straight away, and yelled out "I can ride, I can ride" pity I did not know how to stop, lucky for me that nice soft power pole stopped me in my tracks, A nice face plant right into it OMMMPPPHHH![]()
Ha ha ha - a nearly perfect description of my 1st bike ride. I was on a friends bike going straight across the road, didn't know how to steer and didn't know how to stop, just kept on peddling straight into the pole. But it felt great to be riding all the same, just needed to sort out the arrivals. I've loved bikes ever since, the freedom and independance. I used to ride my bike everywhere as a kid and as I grew up I couldn't wait to get motorbike. Got a 50 in my last year at high school and haven't been without a motorbike since - I still ride pushbikes too. Just love bikesOriginally Posted by sugilite
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But no, no one one else in the family has. I've got a JR50 and DS80 that my kids ride though, and they love them too![]()
The views expressed above may not match yours - But that's the reason my Dad went to war - wasn't it?
Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, .... but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out,... shouting "man, what a ride"!!!
Dad had a 175 Honda thing I think that I was never allowed to ride/ he needed to fix it after a near miss put him off and he didnt ride since I could remember.
But I was not allowed a road bike at home. So I shaved my head and went to sea and bought me a CBR250rr
None in my whanau were ever really in to bikes.
My Dad drove the odd rally car in his day I think, and is still pretty crash hot in a car nowadays.
I got hooked on speed, especially through corners from sitting in the passenger seat of his cars while he went for it.
Couldn't give a shit about bikes until a few years ago.
It came on kinda slowly.
I think what began the awakening was some dude at Uni who had a Duc 996 with Termi's that shook the earth from 1km away. Couldn't help but notice that.
Then I started reading the stats of bikes. The speed, the acceleration.
Started noticing bikes all over the show then.
One day, in secret, 'cos I knew my olds would absolutely fuckin hate it, I bought myself a CBR250. From the first ride, I was fuckin hooked!!! At first it was the straight line speed, but that wore off real quick. I just fell in love with the sensation of going through a corner. The challenge, and the feeling of glory when myself and machine connected and got it right.
Rode a bigger bike a couple of years after starting, and realised what all of the fuss was really about.
Don't think I'll ever stop riding now, unless I physically or financially can't.
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Damn Suglite, 4 kids? You didn't look that old aye.
Go your daughter dude...and lucky she's got a Dad who's gonna give her a head startI'd love to have started real young.
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