I was banned from having even a pushbike, my mum went crazy when she found out that I had a bicycle hidden around the corner at a mates which I used to go to school on. I learnt to ride m/cycles firstly on a Raleigh Runabout moped, lasted a week cos I bent it several times then seized it, what 2 stroke oil! I was only 11 at the time mind you. My Father went along with my Mum in the banning of the bikes especially after they went away for a weekend leaving me with my older sister who I twisted around my finger and bought my BSA Bantam home from its hideaway to fettle. I was now 13 but after leaving the petrol tap on overnight combined with the leaky carb I demolished my parents newly tarmaced drive as the sidestand buried itself in the crunchiness and toppled over making an 8ft patch of soft, stinking, melted mess. Oops I did try to roll it flat but it all came up. Needless to say I was deep in the doodoo! I discovered 20 years later my Father thought it was hilarious, he had never admitted that he had had a motorbike but did then, he had some old dog of a Matchless 350 with no brakes in the late forties, but never told my mum incase it upset her. He died 10 years ago but lives on in my memory like he was still here. He paid my deposit for my brand new K2 Honda when I was 17 but told me not to tell mum or I would lose the bike! Not to worry I crashed and burnt it 2 months later, destroying 4 acres of wheat in the blaze! Not a popular chap with the local farmer. I now have a 9 year old son who I keep taking to bike events, he follows the MotoGP with me (his favourite rider Youichi Ui, but says there no way he's going to ride bikes. I live in hope that he'll change his mind, but I don't really care as long as he's happy! Best regards to all you other Dads and prospective Dads. Gareth.