There is nothing to fear but fear itself...and spiders.
I went to the Tauranga Ulyssees club rally at Waihi Beach. We took a ride up through Whangamata, Hikuai, Kopu, Paeroa, Karangahake, Old Tauranga Road back to Waihi Beach.
We'd just pulled up, I was just taking my helmet off, and a car pulled up near the gate to the camp and a woman came down and introduced herself. She said she had her 35 year old disabled son home for the weekend, they'd seen the bikes ride through town, and he was mad about motorbikes. So I said, bring him down.
I sat him on the bike and showed him the controls, got him to hold the clutch lever in and started it and let him sit on it for a couple of minutes with the engine burbling away. He was thrilled, she might only be a 250 learner bike but he was thrilled, and I've got to admit that I felt good too. Got lots of waves as they drove off, fantastic feeling to have made someone's day.
"Beer is living proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy" - Benjamin Franklin
I had a mini-bike at 3.
My mum tells me most of the story. My Grandfather was the senior engineer at the Steel works. He had the apprentices make a 2-stroke minibike for a project. Apparently I wore out the grass in the backyard on it and only stopped when it ran out of fuel.
I only really remember riding it vaguely. Burning myself on the exhaust and that the frame was rusty are quite vivid still.
Well I was wearing full ATGATT and departed the scene at a rather sedate and very much legal speed. Don't want to set a bad example for the young'uns. Besides which, you know I ride like a nana, it may have a reputation for being a squid bike but its rider is the anti-squid.
To be honest I get just as excited as that 3 year old every time I see a bike, I just have to act all grown up and unimpressed.
Worst but sadly true story: I bought a Gold wing once on impulse, I only went in the shop for a pair of winter glovesAnyway somewhere in Wales I found a toddler searching all around the bike, I warned him about the hot exhaust and asked why he was scrabbling around on the floor. To my utter dismay he said :your car has only got 2 wheels, have you had a puncture?
Little bastid !
They would have been mightily disappointed with my last Harley then, sounded great but only started when it felt like it, pressing the starter button just made it more obstinate. fecking mule of a thing.
Oh bugger
yeh, its great when folks stop to chat aye, I get it a lot with the wing, I was at the end of group run, by a park, and mum (Ithink) and 4 kids stopped to have a look, they where just walking away and I asked them if they would like to have a sit on the seat.
I almost got killed in the rush!! lol
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