i was asked to return home and change my t shirt.
it was 1979 in alberton.
the t shirt had two pigs on it,one on top of the other,
underneath in big letters were the words "Makin Bacon"
i went back on my two stroke 750 kawasaki triple,i passed but the bike was awful to ride slow,it was too noisy,smoked like only an overrich two stroke can and had a notoriously hard clutch,bear in mind i was 19 and was built like a matchstick plus i had already developed a distrust of authority ,[due to my riding antics]match this with me being a soutpeel and the instuctor was like all albertonians of that time,a throwback to the ultra conservative boere that formed the laager.
i do however remember a few of his words..........spelling isnt right but you'll catch it.
nee,fok,hoekom bring jy so klomp fokken kak heirso.
die fiets klink soos a fokken tarantaal wat sy ma soek!
jesus,nie fok! in hy rook soos a dooie parafeen bos wat op die brand gesit is,
waar kry 'n mens so fokken kak motorfiets?
wat mekeer sy motor? het hy op geblaas 0f wat?
and so with those words still rebounding around in my head,i double clutched and pulled a wheely away from alberton licence department,license firmly pasted in my black id book.............