BJ and I were talking in the pub last night about when we passed our bike tests and it turned out that we had both attended a Star Rider course held at a Cardiff high school, me in 1985, him in 1986. I told him about the woman I'd met there, a 5'10" cutey with a bleached blonde flat-top, a haircut which, coincidentally, I also sported. We were there for about four or five weekends and by the end of the course we had both passed our tests and we were boyfriend and girlfriend - although given our closeness in height and haircut it was hard to tell which was which.
As I talked to BJ I realised that this was probably one of only two occasions when having a motorcycle actually got me laid.
So, despite the Hollywood image of the rugged and tough handsome motorcyclist, have any of you managed to start a relationship through your biking (and I'm not talking about the professional relationships we develop with A&E doctors, solicitors and vehicle recovery drivers).
Cheers
GC