As an older motorcyclist i look back and liken motorcycling to growing up,you push until boundaries are found through a thick ear from your old man or a tad later a night in the cells when you fuck up,sadly all those found boundaries are generally survivable but with motorcycles boundaries are often found and decided on by the pain associated with fucking up,nothing like pain to make a decision for youSadly many dont get away with just pain and pay the ultimate price eh.My old mans words ring true when a young fella after having an off through the Hundaless which was basically on my back door,"if you survive a few more of those boy there's a chance you will go on to enjoy a lifetime of motorcycling".Wont be a popular way of looking at it on here i am sure but it is what it is .
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