S'pose my greatest biking memory would have to be the ride home from picking up my XL100 from the dealers at Monmouth. First bike after my ped and although the little honda wasn't much bigger than my fizzy, it felt like high and huge, plus there was no 2t buzz, but a thumper purr instead.
November. Bright, crisp air and clear roads sweeping along the Wye valley. Open face helmet, cold cheeks and flapping trouser legs adding accents to the beat of that little motor. Sat up proud as punch swinging through the bends with the lightest of touches on the wide bars. Pure joy.
Loved thumpers ever since and trailies too. That ride set out the rest of my biking life I reckon. Still find myself heading to Monmouth coming home from rallies just to re-live that day. Never quite the same (could it ever be?) but always brings a smile to my face just the same.
Heyho.
