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Biking :
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Wyrd Motorcycling Part 2 - 1993 to 1995
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Moving Down South
The geas was quiet until I left university; I was unemployed, sometimes I looked longingly at bikes,
and then I got married and moved into the mania of the Home Counties, only 30
miles (50km) from London. In due course, it became
apparent that I was never going to get on with car driving: I found it somehow
terrifying,
particularly after suffering whiplash in a car accident and,
shortly afterwards, being subjected to a nasty incident of road rage. After that, my
confidence seemed gone forever.
At the end of 1995, however, a whole series of events set into motion the rest of the biking
story. I had become sick of being bullied about not driving - it seems almost as if you
are
ostracized for not being mobile - and also of three-and-a-half-hour commutes to get
home from work on public
transport: a journey of only about 30 miles. In November, I went to Glastonbury to
attend author
Tom Graves' lecture and introduce
myself to him; I'd
found his book
Postively Wyrd invaluable and had exchanged a couple of letters with him.
Glastonbury air
I, and two
other friends, went to stay with Lorraine of Pomegranate
Products in Somerset - a small, environmentally friendly and human company for which I subsequently ended up working as an
agent and even creating Web pages as part of my old Web site. All in all,
it
was quite an inspirational weekend which started huge changes in my life, but the best part was
discovering that Lorraine too was learning to ride (she eventually passed her test a year
later when she
was about five months pregnant with her son Calhoun), and her biker boyfriend let me sit on his
Suzuki 550. My feet easily touched the ground either side and I was quite amazed; a big bike that I
could ride? The little wyrdling seed planted some seven years beforehand was beginning to come
to fruition...
When I got back, I also discovered that Tom had been a biker, but had come off worst in an
argument with wet tramlines in Melbourne and was not likely to be riding for some time,
if ever.
My colleagues Helen, a pillion biker, and Karola overheard me talking about learning and we
decided we wanted to learn together. Helen produced a newspaper article
about a C.B.T. (basic training) course in St Albans and Karola and I booked onto it for January of
1996.
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Biking :
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Wyrd Motorcycling Part 2 - 1993 to
1995
This page created 12 Oct 1996
Last update 30 Apr 2007
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