Recently my lovely friend and neighbour, Andy, offered to take me out for a spin on his motorbike. It’s been a long time since I’ve been on the back of one, the last time being when I was 19, sans helmet, zipping around a Greek island. Back then I thought I was invincible so it never occurred I could come a cropper. Now, however, I’m a little more on the cautious side.
It didn’t occur to me to be nervous until we were already underway. Then I realised I didn’t want to die and poor Andy had my nail imprints in his stomach.
Luckily, Andy is a very accomplished rider and after a few minutes I started to relax and felt very safe in Andy’s capable hands. Although it has to be said, I wouldn’t be in a rush to get on the back of just anyone’s bike!
I had an amazing time, riding through the countryside and enjoying – as Andy quite rightly said – feeling much more connected with the surroundings.
I also learned a lot about myself, which I probably knew already but hadn’t really acknowledged: I don’t much care for excessive speed, but really did enjoy poodling around villages, taking in the sights of pretty houses, pubs and landscapes that beautiful Sussex and Hampshire have to offer.
It also taught me to be more aware of motorcyclists on the road. My dad was a keen motorcyclist, so I like to think I’ve always been considerate, but my awareness was definitely heightened having been on the back of a bike. Perhaps all prospective car drivers should have to at least ride pillion before they’re allowed behind a wheel.
So, huge thanks to Andy, and if anyone tells you to ‘get on yer bike’, I’d highly recommend it!