I bet your wondering what that title means.
Well its the beginning of it all (or more to the point where I can pinpoint the biking bug biting)
Its 1984 and after moving back to the Wirral with my Mother and brother at a cattery in Raby (granny's place) my cousin arrives on his big Red Honda Crosser (to me its HUGE I'm only 2...lol)
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Showing his pride and joy off as I'm the big man and bro is but a baby I get the honour of sitting on the tank (I know this as we have a pic of me sat astride the beast) not only this and this I recall like it was yesterday...he did laps of the generous front yard, probably giving Mum & Granny kittens as he hurtled towards the open gate which led directly onto a quite dangerous road (anyone know Chicken Corner).
Anyway I didn't know it at the time but something quite magical had happened that i would not understand for quite some years time
To be continued.....
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