McFearsome - I guess we all have to
start somewhere
| started on a
clapped-out Honda CB250, God knows how we managed 60,000km on top of the
abuse it had copped prior to me owning it. And then I sold it to
another learner, who presumably sold it to another learner. What I find hugely amusing is the little boys (who might be six foot tall and legally adults, but they're still little boys) who save their trolley-boy money, or cajole their parents, and buy RGVTs as learner bikes. Then the whole family gets in on the act and buys them Dainese jackets and Arai helmets and Frank Thomas boots for birthdays and Christmas. They look like lanky lollipops and soooooo cute. And they have no idea. They're damn fast in a straight line and they look really sweet lounging against their bikes swigging coke, and they take it all so seriously. I especially love the ones who (very nervously) lane split up to the big bike at the front of the line (me), realise they've pulled up next to a GIRL, and then decide to impress her. Those bike lessons that Mum paid for don't teach you how to take off fast, and, let's face it, a two-stroke combined with too much testosterone and naïve enthusiasm is no match for skill, experience and a big four-stroke. The little boy who pulled up next to me on the way to work this morning (he had the most adorable blond curls poking out from the back of his shiny neon helmet) finally gave up after three traffic lights. He pushed up his iridium visor and asked me if I'd had my old FJ bored out and race tricked. Then the lights changed. MCNEWS.COM.AU |