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Look right, look left, look bike…


When I first met my husband many, many years ago, he had no car, his means of transport being a motorbike. I loved that bike, especially on warm days when you zipped along, the wind streaming through your hair (it was much longer back then) ! Rain however, was another matter – it hurt, and there is nothing romantic or enjoyable about getting soaked through and having rain pelt your face. I would snuggle as close behind my husband as I could, his back sheltering me from the worst of the storm and although he now drives a luxurious car, he still shelters me from the storms in life.
My family were not so happy about me being on the back of a bike, my Nana in particular. If she was there when he came visiting on his bike she would sit in her chair muttering “temporary Australian” under her breath, a reference to how many bike riders are killed on our roads. Over time she warmed to both the bike and my husband, and even bought me a warm jacket to wear whilst I was on the back of ” that thing”. The family dog also had a love hate relationship with that bike, it would run in circles, and then chase after us as we zoomed off down the street, trying to bite the tyres! I have so many fond memories of our times with that bike, however there were some close brushes with danger too. Unfortunately some car drivers are oblivious to others and we nearly got decapitated by drivers parked on the side of the road, opening their doors as we passed. I was happy when we bought our first car, especially as we could still ride the bike at his Mum and Dad’ property in the country. They have a hobby farm of 10 acres and when our boys were old enough, they too were introduced to motorbike riding…

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6 thoughts on “Look right, look left, look bike…

    1. Yep, I rode it up at the farm, but no one told me where the brakes were so I used the fence to stop me πŸ˜ŠπŸ˜‚πŸ»

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