Some of my colleagues have at times questioned my sanity as I race out in all weathers running or on my bike.
However in my past one of the most exhilerating and dangerous times were when I was out on my Honda 350 motorbike as mentioned in Men and their Motors.
As fun as it was owning a motorbike I count myself rather fortunate to be still here. Like many other bikers I probably took a few too many risks. I have skidded on wet and greasy roads, hit gravel on bends and found myself at the mercy of other motorists.
Along with the dangerous experiences I had a lot of fun riding my 350 in the summer months with a gentle breeze blowing on my face. I had a particularly enjoyable 3 days with my cousin, Gerard touring in the South Island when I was in my early 20's.
By the time I hit my 30's my motorbike days were behind me as I began to realise that I'd had a charmed life to this point and I wanted to continue that life a bit longer.
Apologies for the blurry photo but it's old and I had to get it on to my digital camera.
|Gerard's bike on the left, mine on the right|