I don't think so

me on the back of the soul mates Harley? I don't think so. You see, I grew up with speedway bikes. My dad was in the pit crew for many solo riders, even a crew man for some of the international riders who came to race. We got to meet men from Austria, England and America. From the time I was about 3 I can remember it. We would pack up our car - dad had two metal tins behind the front seat of the car with a plank placed across and on top of that they would put a mattress and made a bed for my sis and I to sleep on. Can you imagine doing that today? And once the car was all packed up, we would head to Sydney showground, every Saturday night. Most times it was lots of fun - the meat pies, the hot dogs and the icecreams. Sometimes it was not and those times were when someone would come off their bike and be rushed to St.Vincents hospital with severe injuries and we would race there to be with them. Me, a toddler or little girl in my dad's arms, visiting a man who I had come to love as a friend and seeing him bruised and swollen and sometimes, well not the same person that I had known. And sadly, sometimes not even surviving at all. I have a fear of motorbikes, a big fear but I can't let that fear stop the soul mate from a passion of his. So I surround him with angels and send him on his way . Although I did tell him that if he bought me a full set of Harley leathers I might just be tempted - I know I am safe from that happening - they are just way too expensive ! ( and yes, that is me on the bike - but it was stationary and tied securely to the trailer. Note the look of pure fear on my face and how my hands are gripping the handle bars)