Old wheels v New Wheels

I love my new wheels so much - it provides me freedom like I've never known before, a different, local, irresponsible freedom. But, I used to ride something quite different.

And before you have to rescue your mind from the gutter, I used to ride a motorbike. For fun. I loved it. It was freedom but it scared the shit out of me. Each ride would mean geeing myself up, getting focused, no hangovers, leathered to the eyeballs, shoei helmet, plaited hair, ride path planning, warming engines, warming tyres, filling tanks, checking breaks, and making it out of our steep driveway, all before 6:30am on a Sunday morning.

Crispin

My dad on his Ducati, me on my Honda VFR 400, sometimes mum on her Ducati, would ride out through Dayboro, Woodford, Malaney and the Sunshine Coast hinterland, stop and have an omelette admire the glasshouse mountains view, then ride all the way back, returning to the homestead around 12:30pm. It was a big day and took a lot out of me. But for those few hours riding I was completely focused on one thing only, the white line in the middle of the road. Always a point just beyond the next corner. My body and the bike were one mean speed machine, crouching low, leaning into corners.

I haven't ridden for a while. For various reasons, not least of which its a bloody dangerous high risk hobby that is fun in an adrenaline pumping way rather than a relaxation exercise, but also Crispin isn't registered at the moment. Yes, Crispin is my other bike. We had many adventures together. And I'm hoping that I can get the registration happening and get back on the track to have more.

Possibly more on this to come....