A couple of years ago, before I started riding motobikes I had a nasty accident on my bicycle. Stopped on the front brake and went straight over the handlebars knocking a couple of teeth out in the process.
First thing my mum said to me when she saw me in a state at the hospital (I was 23) was: Look at the damage you've done to yourself, and you want to ride motobikes?!
Trying to explain that if I had been wearing a full face helmet the damage would probably have been a lot less did not impress her...
I got the last laugh. My grandad gave me his 125 when he was not strong enough to ride anymore, she now begrudgingly accepts the massive smile on my face when I grab my leather jacket and go out for a ride
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