Andy helps prepare for a rocky road.
Ya just can’t stop yer kids playing in the mud.
Like a block of chocolate, motor-bicycle riding is meant to be shared. It has always struck me just how diverse a group of riderswe get to share it with. Lawyers, brickies,doctors, plumbers, welders, nurses, mechanics, cockies, drivers, computer heads, money movers, developers, storepersons, labourers…all sat around a front bar or campfire, often not even bothering with the, “What do ya do for a crust?” question. Just accepting a like-minded soul and ‘taking the piss’.
We mercilessly tease those we like the most, put shit on the colour of their bike, regale them with tales of derring-do or gawd-awful events from previous campaigns. Should they need a feed, a Band-Aid or a beer, we’ll happily help out where we can. We regularly form lifelong bonds as a result of riding with people we may never have crossed paths with otherwise.