Ok, now at the risk of feeling like I am at an alcoholics annon meeting with public pointing and sneering.
Too poor to afford a car when younger so rode AC100 (if anyone possibly knows what that is. Still remember getting the frame welded up because it split due to metal fatigue. Was I really that naive), T250 (could pull a wheelie in 3rd just changing gear, man that bike was death on wheels) and CB350/4 (god I thought I was christmas). Got rid of them due to sporting requirements (its hard to carry this sort of gear on a bike) and a family high on safe, cautious, sensible.
Always liked bikes and admired. Raised on the days when the Ep's were a real force and to see them ride down the road and hear the engines had me run for the gate.
Then I did OE, g/f, mortgage, marrage, kids. Just like the bikes I got rid of the marrage, but kept the kids.
Woke up one morning and said to my partner (she got excited), I'm gunna get a bike. Then i got excited and she lost all interest. Then she said what sort. I told her and she got excited. I was happy she was excited, but I was outta there (the room not her life) to see the bank.
I'm love the freedom and enjoyment of riding. takes me back to my AC100. I smile more, I'm happy.
I understand the sentiment of Mr Kirk (we have chatted over the net) but don't entirely agree with him. I take responsibility for my actions and I'm off to levels on Monday.
Mid life crisis? Yep and when you get to mid life you'll know what I mean, hey I'm honest. Rebellion? Noooo, just for once I'm doing something totally selfish for me (bike riding is selfish eh).
Oh and for those who may think it's image.... I don't wear leather (codura man), I don't have patches, I leave the company car at home most of the time and pay for my own petrol. I thought of all the reasons why i shouldn't and just did.
Now, who was it that mentioned alcohol????
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