A little history....

My first ever motorcycle experience was a Honda C70 stepthrough. I was 13 at the time and living with my Mum and Stepfather, my Sisters and Brothers in a farm house in Scone NSW. Up until then I had only ever ridden bicycles.. Once I got the hang of the semi auto Honda three speed gearbox I was hooked. I fell of, a lot! but my skills slowly improved no doubt helped along by the young boy on the property next to us, he the same age but growing up on the farm he was already an accomplished bike rider. His Dad bought him a new Honda XL100, and the first thing he did was cut the exhaust off at the footpeg, leaving only the header pipe basically. He used to ride over to our place by public roads, the local coppers never came out our way. He set off one night to come get me to go shooting and I set off from our place at the same time. He had a habit of riding at night with no lights on, so he could see any oncoming cars[or cops]and get off the road and hide until they went past. My bike wasn't registered either, and the lights were not working due to a shagged battery. We passed one another, in the pitch blackmissing one another by inches[no metric then!]avoiding what could easily haveended both our young lives. We agreed to keep it a secret, after finally meeting up at our agreed spot. He said he thought he passed something on the road, and I asked how fast he was going and he said he was flat out, lying on the tank in fourth gear. He was only a little guy so I reckon he was doing at least a 100 km/h. Scary stuff indeed!