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Gone But Not Forgotten
I was 16 when I got my first motorbike. Back in 1987 we didn't have to do any test to ride the 50cc bike, my parents bought me the bike to use to get to college on and I got on it and went. The first trip I made was from my parents house to Maidstone where my grandparents lived, the journey is about 25 miles each way. I had no idea how to use the clutch and stalled the bike at every set of lights. Since the bike didn't have an electric start I spent a lot of time kick starting it. I stayed tight into the curb and my father followed me in his van as a support vehicle. ![]() Only once in the year that I had the bike did it fail me. My parents had gone on holiday leaving my nan looking after my brother and I. I got to college and the cog on the engine fell off. Without the tools to fix the bike at college I had to push it the 13 miles home. The day that I passed my driving test for the car I stopped riding the bike completely. Not long after that dad sold the bike, mainly so he could get his garage space back. ![]() |