Confession time

[dirtydog]

My old man had bikes when he was younger and my two older brothers had bikes so my mum couldn't really say anything, plus I probably wouldn't have listened anyway!
If any of the kids came to me and said they wanted to get a bike then I wouldn't hesitate in helping them, Becky wanted to get a 50cc so we found something that she liked (a TS50 from Lozzo as it happens) I fixed the bike up and got it all road legal etc and got her cbt for her birthday. Unfortunately the cbt instructor was an **** and the moped they gave her was a pile of poop!
She still managed to pass it but the whole experience put her right off and she never even rode the TS which is a shame really.

Originally Posted by andrewsmith

Which ones the originals or the modern/ NC30 ones

The older ones, the twin rear shock ones to be exact. Comfy city commuters they are.

My parents always knew I had a bike but never liked it, they've come to accept they're a big part of my life as the years have rolled by.

It did however take me a full 21 years to admit to them that I was the father of a beautiful girl.

[BanannaMan]

I didn't get to be a tall lad till I was 14.
At 12 my parents started letting me ride a BSA 650 Lightning on the road and was to short then to put me feet down so had to jump off and hold the bike up to stop.
Would require someone holding the bike upright to get back on so there was no stopping till I returned. LOL


At that time it all seemed quite normal. Everyone who lived in the countryside drove bikes and cars on the road years before they were old enough to have a liscense.
Looking back now it sounds insane.
I wonder if my parents were trying to collect on some life insurance money.

[keith_d]

Yep, I didn't tell my mother until I'd passed the test, bought the bike and ridden it for a few months. No point getting hassle until you're sure you're going to keep it.

I used to hide bikes from my parents at friends houses, but that was because I didn't yet have a license to ride them, so I could only go home on a 125cc or below. Other than that my parents telling me I couldn't have a bike would have been just a tad hypocritical!

I realise I'm now going to have the same issue with my own son. I'll have to let him have a bike if he wants one. I'll do the same in both car and bike as my old man did, and from the age of about 10/11 onwards he'll be the one making all the decisions and pointing out all the hazards when in the car or on pillion. Makes you a terrible back seat driver, but at least I'll know he's equipped to deal with the road better when he hits 16/17.

[Sir Trev]

Dad got a bike to commute on - his car at the time was very thirsty and it was costing him silly money so the bike was an economic thing. I could not afford a car at 17 so went the bike route and he could hardly say no as he had one. Mum just hoped I'd simply get a car when I could aford one. My brother did that but I kept the bike and didn't get a car for several years. Dad sold his bike as soon as he didn't need it and now he lives in a congested city (Sydney) my brother has a bike again.

My daughter has started talking about bikes (she's 15 and is coveting my wifes riding kit) and my brothers son is potty about them (he's 5 so has a bit longer to wait). The cycle continues.

Originally Posted by Lozzo

It did however take me a full 21 years to admit to them that I was the father of a beautiful girl.

That must have been hard to keep secret Lozz.

dad tried to disaude me pre-cbt, although mostly as he was trying to do the car test not the bike one (took me 4 years to get round to the car one). Mother who lives down south was quite chuffed when she found out, turns out she'd had a bike when she was younger (although her parents tried to give her a scooter with a shopping basket on instead)

Originally Posted by zunkus

That must have been hard to keep secret Lozz.

Absolutely everyone knew except my parents, which made it even harder. Worst thing is my parents had bumped into my ex and our daughter a few times when she was very young but hadn't figured it out for themselves, even though my mum had commented on how much Caz looked like my little sister when she was her age. It finally got too difficult to hide, so I had to sit them down and explain.

Talk about the sh!t hitting the fan!