I'm fairly certain (like 100% certain) that my old man is the cause of my addiction to motorcycles as like Fuzzy, I started young.
As I got older I sometimes ended up like Fuzzy - sitting on the tank of one of Dad's bikes wearing a funny old white helmet with leather flaps that formed the fastening. I was even on occasion dropped off at kindy on one of the bikes.
|Yes, the cat survived this photo...|
Later on I moved to the rear of the bike and can still remember being scared first time out. Then Dad got out of bikes for a while (and into boats) and it wasn't until we moved to Napier that he got back into them and I ended up with bike number one.
|The $120 TS185|