King of the Road

When I was rather a wee lass, my dad had a motorcycle. He would spend weekends "fixing" it so that he could get to work during the week without mishap. All the neighbourhood kids loved Dad's Fix-It Weekends. They'd magnetise to our garage mid-afternoon to play Test-The-Bike-Out and we'd all take turns donning the extra helmet and clambering on the back as Dad roared off up the road, flying like a silver bullet, turning around at the top of the road and then flying home down the hill. It was exhilarating, I swear we topped speeds of thirty kilometres an hour! My brother shared The Motorcycle Gene, acquiring a bike and leather racing suit during his teenage years.
That suit has recently resurfaced from the downstairs' wardrobe, and has already been claimed by the next generation. I'm hoping S10 will get The Motorbike Gene completely out of his system by the time he's a teenager...