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Part Two - 1993 To !995

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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 website. 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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