![]() While waiting, it was hard not to chat with the bloke on the Z9 who’d just pulled up beside you. Before junk food chain stores dominated our nomadic diet there were road house diners offering exactly the same food, you just had to wait a little longer for it. New roads, new towns, new people! But always there were others on bikes doing exactly what we were doing. Actually knowing where you were heading seemed to spoil the adventure. We were young and the destination didn’t really matter. We’d take a brief look at the sky and head to the clear patch on the horizon. Every Saturday morning, rain hail or shine I’d meet up with a mate. If you were like me they were spent on a motorcycle. Published: 08 January 2008 Updated: 19 November 2014įor all of us there seems to be a golden era in our youth when our pay packets were bigger than our debts.Ī period when the demands on our time were pretty much limited to the hours per day it took to earn a wage. ![]()
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