Way back in October 1986 as a carefree 22 year old my life almost ended whan I t-boned an errant Vauxhall Viva with my RG500, an accident that almost ended my life, left me in hospital for 3 months and modified my behaviour.
That was until April this year when I bought my ZX10R.
I've found myself slowly regressing back to the same bad habits, excessive speed and extreme lean angles through corners.
Am I crazy?? I have rediscovered my drug, the adrenaline hit that comes when you attack a set of corners/sweepers at maximum velocity. The problem is that my landscape has changed, I'm no longer the punky young kid with nothing to lose, I'm a father to a fantastic 13 yo girl, mortgagee, engaged to a fabulous woman, and my career is going places.
Yet when someone opens their bike up in front of me my natural instinct is to get past them and fuck them up.
Why is that, does anyone have an answer for me?? I am 43 years old.
Gary
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