Motorbikes...

I would really like a motorbike. I love the way they look, they are things of beauty. I like the idea of riding fast on one of them. But they scare me silly. You feel so exposed and vulnerable on them. A friend once had one and took me for a ride on it. It was late and night. I was in his spare leathers and at one point he tapped me on my knee which was the sign for me to look over his shoulder. We had hit 100mph on the M61 motorway. It was so exhilarating apart from the bit of my leg where the leathers didn't quite meet and was chilled by a 100mph wind. It took me a while to master a push bike when I was a kid so I think at motorbike will never really happen. I'll stick with my warm, air-conditioned four wheeled mode of transport I think and will restrict my admiration of them to this part of Albert Square where people park them before work in the city...