Motorbikes are the tool of Satan
Like many others, my parents banned me from owning or riding a motorbike. My Mum was particularly against it and I sort of got the impression that Dad would have let me, except that Mum would have chopped his todger off if she'd found out. He used to have a bike and I've seen him ride sans-helmet.

Mum's basis for the ban on bikes was do with her fear that I'd end up in kit-form at the side of the road.

Anyway, when I was 16 I couldn't afford to buy or insure a motorbike, so I stuck to my pedal cycle.

When I was a poor student I still couldn't afford to buy a bike, so I slummed it on the bus.

When I finally went out to work, I couldn't afford a car or a bike, so I slummed it on the bus.

My Mum has told every single girlfriend I ever had that I wasn't allowed to ride a motorcycle. And in every case they agreed with her! Grrr...

She formed a pact with my wife, ensuring that the ban would continue well into my thirties! I couldn't even keep a bike under my own roof.

As is nature's way, you can only keep a man away from motorbikes for so long. Eventually, the draw becomes too much. I took and passed my Direct Access test in complete secrecy. And I bought a bike.

Agreed with wife that it was better to keep the parents in the dark, as they'd only worry. Mum comes around to visit and what do I find... wife has dobbed me in and there's Mum sitting on the bike in the garage! I now have her approval - but not Dad's, he's terrified I'll come a cropper. Parents worry too much.
(KingboyD, Fri 9 Mar 2007, 16:43, Reply)