I had a very happy childhood and my earliest memory is that of waiting for my dad to come home from work on his motorbike. I would wait at the top of the driveway for him to get home. He would stop and pick me up and put me on the front of the bike and we would ride down the drive together to the garage. I can still remember the feeling of excitement as I saw him riding up the road to me. It was always a thrill to sit on the tank of the Honda and feel my dad revving the engine and that is probably where my love of riding motorbikes comes from.