The reason (apart from that bastard Hilts telling me he was doing his test!) I decided on getting a bike was a trip to Portugal with ma & pa!
Pa said, "Son, we're gonna rent some motorbikes... and I'm paying". Well, I got a dirt bike as I can ride them and he got a scooter thing. His 400, mine 250 I think.
Massive laugh! I've got Heather on the back of the trailie and we're heading up some hill with bends, the old chap in front. Anyhoo, heading into the bend I'm thinking well I may have to back off here... the old man, blood and thunder, doesn't... I can see him trying to lean the bloody thing over to get round but swinger wider and wider... Heather and I started to laugh (not sure why, not that funny) and he makes it round whilst I have to pull up in the hedge!
Ahh, scooters, can't beat 'em and you can't shoot the bastards either