Overheard at home:
"So what else can I add to my 60 x 60 list?"
"Hot air balloon?"... "Done it", "Water skiing?"... "Done it", "Absailing?"... "Done it", "Bungee Jump?"... "Never doing it... ever"
"But I've never riden a motor bike before and I'd really like to do that!"
In fact given that my Dad rode motorbikes when he and Mum met, and my brother has not only ridden bikes since he was sixteen but now races Rally bikes, I'm not sure how I've managed to get to sixty never having ridden one before. My brother offered to take me out for a spin but given he lives an hour away and we never seemed to be able coordinate a time when we were both free and the weather was fine, it looked like it was never going to happen... that was until a friend from just up the road offered to take me out.
Last Sunday the sun was shining so Mike gave me a call to see if I fanced going out... oh yes! We started out gently on the small roads around the villages until we ended up on the by-pass... and then we went really fast (I will not incriminate either Mike or myself by telling you how fast) and I absolutely loved it! It was brilliant! So much so that I think I would really like to learn to ride my own bike, although financially it's not really an option right now. I'll never say never though (except for bungee jumping, of course).
Me and my grandad circa 1958
And then when I was looking through some old photos I found I had actually been on a motor bike before, although I don't think it moved very far!