My First Taste of a Motorcycle. Passion, Lust, Desire and all that’s in between.

“It was my first ever ride on a motorcycle, but I can remember the feeling of wanting MORE power.”

Aged 8, my father took me to Butlins for a long weekend. Just the two of us, we ate a load of rubbish and watched “YouBet” on TV in our little chalet style apartment. I remember seeing some guys on trials bike doing some crazy stuff, we had to bet whether or not they could do it….they did it and I was memorized. The very next day, we traipsed around the site and discovered a small “track” where us kids could have a go on the mini-motos. In my mind, these were angry beasts, waiting for me to let them loose. My father, knowing my mother, made a deal with me. I could ride one of the bikes, if I promised not to tell her anything about it. We shook hands and I let rip. These motorcycles had no gears or anything fancy and all I had to do was “twist and go”, at that point in my life, it was the best feeling I had ever had.

Butlins, of all places to get hooked on motorcycles.

Butlins, of all places to get hooked on motorcycles.

The adrenalin was incredible and I hunched over as if I was on a modern day MotoGP bike, glancing over my shoulder, waiting for some one to challenge me. It was my first ever ride on a motorcycle, but I can remember the feeling of wanting MORE power. I raced and raced until the chequered flag was waved and then ran back in line for some more of the same. I was hooked on motorcycles forever.

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