My dad used to race MG's in his young days and he was always a mad keen fan of the V8's. As a little girl I would always sit on his lap and watch the V8's with him while he would drink his one beer.
I thank my dad for the "I must go fast" blood. I always liked bikes but as I got older I always thought to myself, one day I'm going to get my licence and a bike.
It took me a long time but I got there. Getting my bike licence and my 636 is one of the best things I have ever done. I have never looked back and even now, I just can't wait for the times when I can ride.
PS. When I do track days, my dad comes along and watches me and I know deep down he is really proud of me. Guess it reminds him of his car racing days.
Cheers,
