My parents were supportive of pretty much anything we wanted to do…apart from one thing. NO motorbikes! My dad lost one of his brothers to a motorbike accident and my mum’s sister was badly injured in one. So we were told if we bought one, dad would take a welding torch to it.
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“Oh, I’ll take you….on my bike.” Adam, one of my male employees offered to take me from my village pub to the one 8 miles away since my car was in for its annual service. He produced a second crash helmet and straddled the thing. It looked quite low down and I instantly realised ... » Read more
