Hello my name is David; I have been a fan of motorbikes since my early 30s. I grew up in Hurstville and went to a private school and in those days’ motorbikes were something that tough kids did. It never entered my head then to learn let alone become a bikie.
After many years working and then a brother-in-law who rode a bike, I soon became hooked after he took me for a ride on his Honda that wasn’t really built for two but we travelled anywhere we could in a day as it wasn’t my sister’s idea of fun.
He was struggling with a mortgage and three young children when I got a loan and bought a BMW R 100 RT and it was like riding in an armchair after the Honda.
I guess I owe my love of riding to Bill. He taught me how to pillion. Sometimes I felt so comfortable with him that I would nod off to sleep.
I never learnt to ride as my school years were something of a bully session — both physically and mentally — that left me with no confidence at all. At 15, I tried to end it all but as you can read I’m still here. Those years I have learnt has scarred me for life, so you see learning to ride was never an option.
After a year Bill decided to sell the Beemer. I paid the loan out and he bought a Harley and even though he looked the part I still hung on and spent many a day travelling to places I would never have known. Just before I turned 40 he divorced my sister and I never heard from him again.
Then things took a change for the worse. After two major operations I was pensioned off never to be the same again. Since then I’ve lost a lung and suffer chronic pain.
I’m now 55, but am interested in wanting to ride again.
Nearly three years ago I put a call out for someone to take me for a ride just to see if I still could ride without major pain trouble. Three riders took time out of their Sunday to take me for rides around Nowra where I lived at the time.