To fellow motorcyclists:

If you are a knee scratching sports bike rider you possibly won't sympathise with the sentiments of this page but I do hope that you will find something of interest as a fellow two wheeled enthusiast. Try some of the links here and ride free.

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To non-motorcyclists:

What are you waiting for? If you value your freedom, are fed up with sitting in traffic jams (and who isn't) and want to get a bit of excitement back into your life, then make the move. Pass your test, if you haven't already done so, then buy a bike, get out there and enjoy it.You won't regret it.

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My motorcycling baxkground.

I have to own up to being a relatively recent convert to the benefits and joys of two wheels. However, it wasn't always like that. In my teens I was like most youngsters of my age, keen to be mobile, and to that end a motorbike was the logical progression from a pushbike. Nothing wrong with a pushbike you understand, I still have one now. The main problem with a pushbike is that your ultimate horizon is limited by your stamina.

Anyway, my first motorcycle was a red, nineteen sixty something BSA Bantam 175.

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                Similar to this one.

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After the Bantam came a 250 Norman, to which most of you reading this are probably thinking "A what?". Well I have to admit when I was first told about this bike, my reaction was also "A what?" If I remember rightly, this bike had a 250 Villiers twin 2 stroke engine. Well that bike was a bit of a handful. Not fast, in fact 50 mph flat out, but it was relatively heavy and the clutch would drag so much that it was really difficult to hold it back at traffic lights! I was never really happy with that bike and didn't keep it for long.

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My next steed was a Triumph Tiger Cub. I don't really remember much about the Tiger Cub except that it seized up on me once and I had to push it 4 or 5 miles home. For a small bike that was hard work. Other than that, it always started ok and never let me down again.It has to be said though that the lights were lousy. With the 6 volt headlamp only producing a dull glow, riding after dark was a bit of an adventure.

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Well, once old enough, I graduated to my first car and somehow lost touch with the world of motorbikes. My abiding memories being those of leaking oil, poor brakes and lights and freezing to death in winter.

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