Years ago when I were still a laaitie an old soutie biker gave me this advice.
You get bold bikers and old bikers but very few old and bold bikers.I did not think much of his advice then but today it still sticks in my mind after many of my biker friends lost their lives on
their scoots. I remember my friend that jumped onto his bike to run to the cafe quickly during working hours, hitting a drunk pedestrian and ended up severly brain damaged.Very aggresive young man and rider,EP rugby player everything going for him.Saw him years later walking the streets in Uitenhage like an epileptic stickman not remembering any of us. More biker buddies
lost than I got fingers, one died before my eyes.I remember being stopped very pissed 01H00
in the morning on the highway outside PE by some cops.I tried to be clever and just hold onto my bikes rear crashbar to stop swaying all over the place but the cop noticed and told me to stand away from the bike resulting in me falling down the grass embankment and rolling to the bottom and unable to climb back up. They had to drag/carry me up again.
I think we had a different attitude towards biking then. I have never had the opportunity to ride any of the new generation bikes but shudder if I read the horsepower and speeds these things put out today.Off course handling , brakes and tyres also improved. Maybe it is the age thing now but I am to mellow a rider today to look for a scrap with a car. I have survived the aggresive years and are now in defensive riding mode all the time.Enjoying the ride and scenery more than the rush of speed and adrenaline. But sometimes.................!!!!!!! I miss climbing of my bike with my hands shaking a little and a stupid giggle.
subie
