As the biking bug was biting me in the 1980s, I started buying motorcycling magazines. I had no real idea back then what they were waffling on about (I was 15 or so I think, coulodn't drive and the family didn't have a car). My dad was silent on the issue (his brother whom I was named after died in a bike accident in WWII).
My mum didn't approve. She kept wondering aloud how there could be so much news on motorcycles every week or every month and weren't all the "stories" just boring repeats! Years later, when she saw my FZ1 she was impressed!
Apart from that possibly understandable nonsense, I have remembered a silly incident from over ten years ago. I was working at a startup and had trundled to a company to install the software we were creating. I was on my Fazer 600 at that time.
When I was done with the installation and tutorial, I called the office on my mobile from the car park. After conversing with my boss for nearly fifteen minutes, he started getting a bit flustered. He thought I was calling him on my mobile whilst riding the bike and he was fearful I would fall off!
