My first experience of riding a powered bike (notice I don't say motorbike!) was when I was 17 and my friend told me he was selling his Yamaha FS1E. I said I was interested and asked if I could have a go first, to which he agreed. Well; I got on this bike, fired it up and pulled in the clutch; tap it into gear, a little throttle and drop the clutch. Weyhey! wheel in the air, hit brake, thump! wheel down, more throttle, lurch and I'm off, thundering up the short road thinking to myself, 'how the heck can anyone control this kind of power'! £275 was handed over and the beautiful purple bike was mine. It was the summer of 76 and I had the time of my life on that bike. At the time, I lived in Southampton and I would ride with my friend Paul, who had an FSIE-DX, to Christchurch through the New Forest. We even took tents and camped on Hengisbury head in a thunderstorm. We got so wet we had to use the hand drier in the ladies loos to dry out our clothes! That hot summer turned to a freezing cold winter and I was at uni near Windsor, Berkshire. For a while I would return to Southampton at weekends and ride back to Windsor on the Sunday evening. It was a long journey on that FS1E, up the old A30 past Basingstoke. The one journey that sticks in my mind took place on a very cold November evening. I had been on the road for about an hour and a half and I was freezing. I was wearing a thick jumper and jean jacket with nylon waterproofs over the top. On my legs I wore jeans and the bottoms of the nylon waterproofs, no high tech gear in those days. I'd reached Blackbush airport and thought 'I've got to pull in and walk around to warm up a bit'. Sidestand down and lift leg over bike - mmmm - my leg's not doing as it's told. Can't feel my knee caps. Feet move, knees don't. Ah well, best carry on. On reaching my lodging in Old Windsor, same problem. Just as well I didn't have a top box so I was able to shuffle off the back of the bike, but then of course I couldn't stand up! So, with helmet still on and in the crouched position I waddled to the front door and fell forward hitting my helmet against the door alerting my landlady as to my presence! Much to her amusement I crawled to the fire in the lounge and spent the most agonising half hour thawing out my kneecaps. And that was about the end of my biking 'till 15 years ago when I became one of those born again bikers. |