Now this is a teaser.
Iv been on or around bikes for thirty-five years and I am still here today.
A fact that I still struggle to believe. Pure unadulterated luck.
I can’t trust myself on the road, still find myself riding like a 42-year-old idiot so try to keep it on the track.
From the first time you get on a bike you are learning right from day one, right up till today but you’re never to well trained to slip up and have the big one.
Experience saves lives, if you get help from a more experienced rider, which instructors are, then it’s got to help.
Two close friends have just passed their tests and I have been out with them a few times but it scares the life out of me to be honest. I spend the whole time looking for them, worrying if there OK even when they go off home after the ride out. I just hope they’re as lucky as Iv been.
If you ride bikes you have decided to ignore the risks and enjoy the feeling only riding can deliver.
Not very constructive but I have lost friends with hardly any experience and friends with extraordinary talent to bikes, no rime no reason just wrong place at the wrong time or some weird fate thing, I don’t know.
NO I Do know, I believe it was bad luck.
When I was a kid, eight or nine I remember telling me mum that you were safer on a bike because you could fly threw the air and not end up in the wreckage of a car. Told you F***ing idiot.
I have got to the stage now were I only feel like I have ridden the bike if I go out on track but I love the Pub car park to much not to get on the road some times.
To fast for the road, if I’m honest YES complete tool.
