02-18-2021, 03:16 AM
Hi all. I have two grown up kids, one is 25, the other 26. I have never encouraged m/cycles to them, neither has shown any interest and there is a part of me that’s pleased. They are more dangerous.
Anyhow. I’m the only one in my family who rides, brother and sister again not interested. So why do I?
When I was a kid, about maybe 7 or 8 years old I CLEARLY remember being in the back of the car (with younger brother and sister) and mum & dad up front. Would have been around 1976/1977. We were coming back from visiting my uncle and a group of motorbikes came up behind our car on this country road. Think Mad Max. There was about 20 of them in a big group.
I now know they couldn’t overtake because of the roads but as a kid I was mesmerized by the sounds, the spectacle so watched them out of the back window as dad drove along. They were right behind us. After what seemed like ages they one by one roared past, I wound the window down, barged my sister out the way and stuck my head out the window. Some had three pipes, some had four. They were all colours, sounded magic to me. It looked so exciting. I now know they were probably Z900’s, big Honda’s, Suzuki’s and triples and two strokes.
That was my ‘moment’. I knew then and there I was going to have one of those one day.
I know the exact stretch of the road where this happened and once a blue moon I go on that road, it always takes me back.
Any of you have a similar thing?
Anyhow. I’m the only one in my family who rides, brother and sister again not interested. So why do I?
When I was a kid, about maybe 7 or 8 years old I CLEARLY remember being in the back of the car (with younger brother and sister) and mum & dad up front. Would have been around 1976/1977. We were coming back from visiting my uncle and a group of motorbikes came up behind our car on this country road. Think Mad Max. There was about 20 of them in a big group.
I now know they couldn’t overtake because of the roads but as a kid I was mesmerized by the sounds, the spectacle so watched them out of the back window as dad drove along. They were right behind us. After what seemed like ages they one by one roared past, I wound the window down, barged my sister out the way and stuck my head out the window. Some had three pipes, some had four. They were all colours, sounded magic to me. It looked so exciting. I now know they were probably Z900’s, big Honda’s, Suzuki’s and triples and two strokes.
That was my ‘moment’. I knew then and there I was going to have one of those one day.
I know the exact stretch of the road where this happened and once a blue moon I go on that road, it always takes me back.
Any of you have a similar thing?