I had a flirtation with motorbikes when I was a teenage hoon.
I had a thumping great AJS for a while.
I gave up my fascination for them while airborne after hitting a small flock of sheep.
I was doing some prodigious speed on the way to the pub and was wearing summer clothes and sandals.
I hurtled into a corner after a long straight and there were half a dozen romney ewes huddled in the middle of the road.
I missed the first couple, but the third & fourth sent me airborne.
While in the air I realized the landing was going to seriously hurt. I also decided that if I survived I would give up motorbikes .
Then I landed.
I skidded across the corner leaving quite a bit of skin on the road and ended up in the verge, bleeding and stunned.
I was lucky. A few stitches and bruises were the outcome.
I put motorbikes into the heroin category.
Don't try them, you might like them too much...
The other day a mate gave me a motorbike.
I have to get it going, but as he says it is a screamer.
It looks as if it's doing a ton standing still.
Get thee behind me Satan ...