Diving Into Motorcycling
April 1st, 2009
At the grand old age of 22 and three quarters, I’ve still not gotten any form of my own personal, private transport. Most people by 16 and a half are counting down the days ’til they turn 17 so they can learn to drive. I didn’t bother. I rely heavily, if not solely, on the train network to get myself around. I’ve gotten pretty good at trains if such a thing is even possible. I know all the tricks like how to get a seat, which seats have the most room, which carriages for certain journeys are better, which platforms my trains arrive at, etc etc etc.
To a car driver this must sound like hell - but it isn’t, really. I’ve only been truly screwed over by the trains once when trying to get from Reading to Wolverhampton. I ended up stranded in Birmingham at 1AM with no trains (or replacement bus services) to get me to Wolves. A refund was issued for the lack of service and peace was restored. I can only conclude that train travel is surprisingly decent for the vast majority of the time. It’s also pretty cheap, especially if you make use of a 16-25 rail card entitling you to a 34% discount on any ticket. Trains and I get along just fine.

I spend a lot of time on these
Anyone who knows me well will know I’ve got (and have always had) a thing for motorbikes. It started when I was young, watching the British Superbike races on the telly with Dad in the days of Jamie Whitham and Niall Mackenzie. Going to the Motorcycle show at the NEC was a family tradition every November, and Sunday mornings were always earmarked for going out to look at motorbikes at various places around the Midlands. I knew all of the models like the back of my hand and had all the brochures. So just imagine my excitement when in 1997 Dad came home on a brand spanking new Yamaha RD350 complete with full red and white fairings! It had a kick start and everything, and that cult 350cc two stroke engine. Bikes were firmly cemented in my mind as being cool. They still are.

Dad’s Yamaha RD350 (one like it anyway…)
During my time at uni and then moving to the South East my interest in bikes subsided. This was mostly due to not attending the bike shows any more and having no access to Sky TV to watch the bike races on. Last November I went to the NEC bike show for the first time in a good few years. Sitting on the bikes again and seeing the familiar names and models brought back into my mind just how awesome they are.
In December I applied for a provisional driving license because I was bored of using my Passport as ID in bars, but now I realise that my subconscious had more ideas and plans in store for that all important piece of plastic.
A January afternoon rolled around and I found myself at the local KTM dealership with a friend who was looking for a new Helmet. Chatting idly to one of the staff members while drooling over the bikes he quickly worked out I was only dreaming and that I’d not got a bike license. Something happened, not sure what, and I found myself with a leaflet in hand for the local motorcycle training school; Pinewood Motorcycle Training.
After not much thought at all, I rang the number on the leaflet and enrolled on a Compulsory Basic Training course (usually abbreviated to CBT). Before you can ride a motorbike on the roads here in the UK you must first complete a basic training course. Once you’ve done it, you’re entitled to ride a tiny little motorbike on L-Plates with a few restrictions such as no motorway riding and no pillion passengers.
So there, I’ve done it! I’ve started on my way down the path towards being a motorcyclist.
Oh god!


