Liewe Murray,
Ek is verslaaf aan motorfietsry, ek dink eet en slaap net motorfietsry. Weet nie meer wat om te doen nie want dit het my hele lewe oorgeneem...........
Friend of mine who's no longer with us anymore got a bike from his dad at age 14. It was a piece of scrap and can't even remember the make or model of it. We spend a couple of weekends on it and finally one Friday night got it started at 01:00 in the morning. His dad came running and screaming outside still under a brannewyn and coke haze that we should shut that f%&*kin thing off else he will. We smiled and revved it one more time before turning it off. Couple of hours later....ok it was 06:00 we were ready to fire it up again but impatiently waited for his dad to come and have a look.
He eventually got up and walked over to the bike and said "julle fokken laaites het ook nie einde nie n�©!" Started the beast up and helped us tune the carb and set everything else up. The next couple of weeks that poor bike never stood still and it was up and down in the park in front of their house. The neighbours complained the cops pitched up but every time missing us with a few minutes. That was the fastest bestest bike ever for us!!
Two years later we both had 50cc myself a DT50 and Johan started off with a MB5 and then RZ50. Man we could conquer the world and go anywhere. We use to ride next to each other pretending to be CHIPS. Those were the days that started me biking which I will never ever forget. Now nearly 20 years later still riding bike nearly every day and there has been times where I thought going to pack it all in but just can't imagine what life would be like without two wheels. Biking has taken me across South-Africa, England, Wales, Scotland, France, Netherlands, Belgium and Germany and even got some personalised piece of tar in Pretoria a small little dorpie on the island of Crete

Thinking of all these trip we have done on bikes can't say there is a single trip I would of rather done by any other means of transport irregardless of the weather, cost or risk. Now think about how many trips you have done with cars, bus or plane where you thought this would of been perfect by bike.
Biking is not a hobby, it's a way of living.