I really do.
My dad was a biker: complete with Harley Davidson and long, knotty beard. And I want to be that too (without the beard. Although, on second thoughts, I might look rather dashing…!).
Today I started looking into the cost of the CBT and then the regulations etc and the rest of the training. It looks like it’s going to be expensive but I reckon it’ll be worth it.
I had a look at a few Harleys on the internet earlier (big mistake) and found myself dribbling all down my chin with delight. They are truly beautiful creations!
“What’s brought this on?”, I hear you ask.
Well, I was rummaging around in the loft and came across all of my dad’s Harley stuff and it kick started that passion that I’ve always had. And then earlier I saw a Harley. Yup, I agree: it IS fate. (I’m also really into fate but I’ll talk about that in another post!)
If I can get my printer to connect to my new laptop I’ll scan in a picture of my dad and post it on here so you can have a vague idea of what I aspire to look like. In the mean time I’m going to start saving up for my CBT and, more importantly, my dream bike.