Friday, 7 June 2013

A week of ‘Silver Lining’s’

Saturday afternoon in the Walton household unfortunately was not a great place to be!

I was in a foul mood brought on in part by our unexpectedly premature departure from The HUBBUK Meeting but more so by Ben watching “Tracy Beaker” on TV. At which point I lost the plot! 

“I am sick to death of Mr T just being sat in the garage doing nothing, I may as well just get rid!”

Not my finest hour I must say but at that very moment it was exactly how I felt. Sadly I brought the mood of the house to its knees,  something I now feel some what apologetic for. Looking back, I now understand what Jeannie meant by her reply

“You cannot sell Mr T! Your bike is a part of you!”

I spent what was left of the day unpacking our gear and replacing the food I’d taken back in the fridge. 

Sunday morning and my mood was still black. I was struggling with the events of Saturday but I needed to sort myself out as I hate bringing everyone down. Even Lilie Rose was giving me the ‘evil’s’ as I got her dressed ready for the day.

“What are your plans for the day?” Jeannie asked.

“I’m going to cut the lawn then go for a ride to Rivington Barn” I replied bluntly. Then did just that!


As ever the lawn took far too long but I do like to see stripes in it so there is no one else to blame but myself. 1400 hours saw me mount up and after a quick round of “see you later’s” I was away.

The ride up towards Bolton over the tops is one of my favorite routes and before long the idea of selling MR T had well and truly vanished from my mind.

It was great to see so many bike out and about ‘Rivi Barn’ as it’s know locally, the place was buzzing  which gave me a real lift. After grabbing a coffee from the outside stand I sat on the low wall that surounds the main parking circle and started to chill out.

It was not long before I found myself being asked lots of questions by a lady sat further along the wall. Why are you all here? How long had they been coming to Rivington? Why Sundays? She only stopped quizzing me when luckily Phil spotted me and came over.  Looking very business like, if not a little hot and bothered, in his one piece leathers. We escaped to have a look at his amazing Ducati 749S which when I pulled Mr T up along side was almost dwarfed. It was great to catch up as I’d not seen him since he popped down with the family a few weeks back.

After a steady ride out towards Blackburn I headed home for a  late dinner and and early night.


Monday had me sanding the garden shed ready for repainting. That done I headed out to Lytham St Annes for Monday Bike Night. It was  rammed, the ‘Boy’s in Blue’ were everywhere as there was a local ‘Speed Awareness” campaign in full flow. I met a really nice RBLR Chap called Chris who introduced himself as soon I stopped ‘Tweeting’ for two seconds. Until that point my RBLR waistcoat had done a good job of putting folk off talking to me. I really have no idea why as if they just take the time to read the patches it is very obvious I support our armed forces. There is still a way to go in educating folk's on that side of life.


Tuesday I was going to take off up to Newcastle to check out a bike cafe meeting but thought better of it at the last minute. 

As we  sat down for our mid morning coffee I took a look at an email I’d received from Touratech on Friday, whilst I was down at the HUBB UK Meeting. It read 


“Jeannie what do you think to this?” I asked sheepishly

“What’s that?”

“It’s a weekend in south Wales, meeting at the Touratech shop at 9.00am Friday morning with Nick Plumb”

“Who’s he? Do you know him?”

“I think I met him at the HUBB in 2011 or it could have been 2012! Anyway after that it is off to meet Nick Sanders for breakfast”

“The guy you took a photo of Ben with at the BMF Show?”

“Yes that’s him, then a ride out on our own bikes followed by a 3 course dinner, over night in a Yurt, some off roading on baby Tenere’s on Saturday morning and on, and on. What do you think?”

“Sounds great when is it?”

“OH! look there’s only 8 places. It’ll be full. Mind I could give them a call” I said changing the subject.
5 minutes later after finishing our coffee’s I was on the phone to the shop.

“Sorry, what did you say? There’s one place left, just hold the line two seconds”

“Jeannie there’s a place left what do you think?”

“Get it booked!”

“Sorry about that, Yes stick me down!”

“That’ll be £200 please”

“I’ll just get my card!”

So next weekend I will be one of the 8 inaugural ‘Expedition Centre” attendees. To make the whole thing even better,  as I came off the phone Jeannie said

“I’ll pay for that! It can be your Farther's Day present from us all!” What a fantastic Farther's Day Prize!


Wednesday after repainting the shed and doing a bit of gardening I was planning on heading to Squire as it’s Bike night there on Wednesday night but having attended numerous Wednesday evenings I stayed home and had ‘Snuggle Buggle’s’ with Lilie Rose and Ben instead.


Thursday after getting Lilie Rose off to school and enduring an eventful “Sleep Over” by Ben’s mates.  Which culminated in me escorting them back into the house from the tent at midnight as they’d been spooked by a fox in the garden. I set off over to Derbyshire to see my Dad & Ang.

The ride was perfect. The weather blisteringly hot and not a soul on the back roads to hinder my ride. I stopped in the same spot as I’d photographed in February. 



February


June
What a difference a few months makes

After a good hour or so with my Dad & Ang catching up and hearing some bad news I rode the couple of miles to Clay Cross to CMC Motorcycles for a look around and to get some photo’s for my Biker Cafe Review which will appear on Keep Britain Biking soon.

Ross came over to me in the car park and took a photo. Asking what I’m up to next. I told him about next weekends adventure in Wales with the two Nick’s. Following it up with the next ‘Huge Ride’ which Ben & I will be doing the following weekend 22nd June the RBLR1000.


'If it's bikes, it's CMC'




Nuph Said! 

I explained how Ben will become the youngest pillion rider ever to complete the ride at just 11 years old (that’s as long as the ride does not beat us) and how we are trying our best to raise £500 sponsorship for the RBL.

“So how much are you on now?” Ross replied

“Well with the £40 my Dad & Ang have just given me we are on £350, so we’re doing really well”

“Right let’s make that up to £500 right here and now!”

“Pardon? That’s £150!”

“I know, get your brew & I’ll come over and have a chat in a minute”

I was absolutely astounded, we’d done it! £500 raised and still a week and a half to go to the start of the event. 


CMC Clay Cross Cafe with the 'Main Man' Ross

True to his word Ross came over with baseball cap’s, one of which I need to get Nick Sanders to put on for a photo, a fist full of stickers and a business card with Ross’s personal mobile number on (which I promptly lost as soon as I got home!). 

What an absolute gentleman you are Ross. Ben sends a huge Thank You and cannot wait to meet you the next time we are down your way.


YZF, Quad, Super Moto & Monkey Bike
The 'Four Amigo's' 
Brilliant

The ride home took me over Stretton Top down to the back of Matlock, hanging a left to take me through Matlock back where I spotted the ‘Four Amigo’s again parked up. Then it was right towards Ashbourne  and another right towards Buxton. I took a small detour when I spotted a sign for Carsington Water


Great Views


Amazing Stone Sculptures


Bike Eating Dog's


All at the side of 
Knockerdown! 

Friday brings things bang up to date! Tonight Jeannie and I are off to see Eddie Izzard at the MEN Arena which we are both looking forward to.  

So as you can see, this week as just be one roller coaster of emotions going from rock bottom to bouncing off  the clouds.  As I said ‘Every cloud has a silver lining’. 

If you would like to sponsor Ben and I here is our Dad’s ‘n’ Lad’s Big Adventure RBLR1000 2013 Just Giving Site. Many thank’s for all your  support.


Not a cloud in the sky, perfect!




Monday, 3 June 2013

HUBB UK 2013 Donington Park Farm

I could not believe it, the  sun was blazing down when at last the time came to pack Mr T. It was Wednesday morning as tomorrow we would be heading South to attend the HUBB UK 2013 meeting. This year being held for the first time at Donington Park Farm on the Derbyshire / Leicestershire boarder.

To make things a little special, Ben was coming along with me which meant carrying a little more kit than I was used to. Just how much extra kit I severely underestimated. Thankfully, after a brief exchange of emails with Cliff at The Adventure Bike Shop, my bacon (literally as I took 2 packets) was saved.  Cliff fired out my order straight after the Bank-holiday, ensuring I’d be the proud owner of a two Touratech (TT) Pannier top mounted bags.  Plus a Series 2 Redverz footprint ground sheet which I forgotten to order when I bought my tent. The order arrived timed to perfection on Wednesday morning as we arrived home from our break up in the Lake District.

So with extra, clothes, sleeping bag, food, self-inflating mattress & what amounted to a mountain of food I set about loading Mr T. The TT bags fitted perfectly even though they are not designed specifically for the Metal Mule Panniers. I was chuffed to discover each bag once expanded will accommodate a sleeping bag perfectly.


Mr T All Packed Up
& was the only XT1200Z at HUBB UK 2013

After a leisurely start to Thursday morning, Ben got ready whilst I finally realised that with two of everything there just was not enough room in the panniers for the sleeping mattresses. Lucky with a little care the mattresses slid under the elasticated straps on top of the TT pannier bags. This in turn freed up sufficient space for me to empty the contents of our fridge into the panniers.

My last job was to print off Sam’s ‘Volunteer Rotas’ as I’d volunteered to help. Sam had me on the recycling crew same as last year, little did Ben know at this point but he would also be assisting. With a flurry of hugs and a kiss all round, Ben and I mounted up, posing momentarily to have our photo taken. 


Pobsey wishes us 'Bon Voyage'

Pulling off the drive I instantly noticed how unstable Mr T was. The front end was extremely light especially at low speeds, not a great start to the two hours ride down to Donington.  Happily the M62 ‘George Orwell Strasse’ and the M1 were busy but flowing without issue and before we knew it we were  pulling off at junction 24, shortly afterwards I  missed the right hander which took us to the Donington Park Farm campsite. (Thinking about this now, it was an omen!). It had been a tough choice to attend as I would have loved to have been heading to Nordkapp to collect on TeaPotOne’s promise of a ‘brew and a butty’. 

Pulling into the farm we were greeted by the Arrivals Crew, the reception was warm, welcoming and well organised. Once I had completed our paperwork it was time to head into the the campsite to pitch our tent. 

“Look Dad, Sam’s there” Ben said excitedly spotting Sam to our right.
“He’s busy on the radio’ Ben, I’m sure he will say hello later on when he’s not so busy” I replied.

I chose a spot 40 feet away from one of the numerous toilet blocks dotted around the campsite.  Quite level, or so I thought until both Ben and I woke up with our feet in the air having slid down our sleeping mats during the night. 


Boosh!

Having had lots of practice,  we had the tent up, kit unloaded and were cooking a spot of late lunch within the hour.  Having set off at 1200 mid day we were both ready for a bite to eat as it was now heading towards 1500 hours. 3 Bratwurst each, chilli sauce for me and brown sauce for Ben plus a coffee and juice respectively saw our energy levels replenished nicely.

Once everything was washed up and put away Ben gave his Mum a quick call to let her know we had arrived and were entrenched safely at the meeting. It was then time ‘explore’! 


Hello Mum, CAN YOU HEAR ME!

This years new location proved to be a massive site with lots of hidden area’s for camping in. There was the main building, surround by presentations rooms, a bar, an outside ‘Real Ale’ bar. The 4x4 area was very impressive with numerous displays and stalls. There was just so much to take in I just had to have a pint to settle my nerves!

Ben spotted Birgit in the HUBB tent and shot off to say hello, followed by yours truly. We had a big hug and a catch up, well it had been at least a fortnight since we’d all sat and had a chat at the BMF Show in Peterborough.

Next Ben and I had a good look at the massive amount of presentations planned for the coming four days.

Presenters at HUBB UK include...

Rich Clafton
Margaret & Mike Hingley
Sarah Nicholson
Iain Nicholson
John May


So as you can see there was a lot to keep everyone entertained.

Thursday evening saw us just relaxing with a  beer and a lemonade, both costing the same. After another couple of hours looking around at all the bike display stalls. If ever you need anything for ‘overlanding’ the the HUBB UK meeting is the place to buy it. Plus if it is not available at the show one of the hundreds of people attending will be able to point you in the right direction.


How many room's? 

Now one thing I’ve omitted to mention about the site is the noise, not from us but from the fact that it literally backs onto Donington Park Racing Circuit which was in full use from when we arrived to our departure 0900 until 1800 hours. Add to this the fact that the East Midlands Airport is just a few miles down the road and well you can guess the rest. By 0330 hours I was ready to pull my hair out, what bit I have left that is. With a plane passing over head almost every 20 to 30 minutes, deafening us whilst lighting the inside of the tent with the wing and fuselage lights as they took off and landed. 

Up and about at 0700 hours I made myself a ‘Full English” with a coffee then went to make myself known to Jane and Chris who were heading up the ‘Recycling Crew’. As it happened we all knew each other from last years event. That done I headed back to sort Ben’s breakfast out as I was not on duty until mid afternoon. Warm Wheatabix and an ‘Earl Grey’ (takes after his Mum on that one I afraid). Then we were off to see one of the presentations but as fate would have it we could not find the room and missed the first 10 minutes so retreated to the bar for a couple of soft drinks and a show.


Masai Dancers flew in from Kenya


They were Fantastic!

Lunch followed at 1300 then it was ‘Recycling Crew’ time at 1345 hours. Ben did a sterling job with the litter picking claw whilst I followed with the refuse sacks. The two hours flew by with me spending more time taking photo’s and chatting to some amazing people on the way round. Before I knew what was happening one of the other crew members reminded me it was time to get back and pass the job onto the next volunteers.


Load's a Bikes 

Now last year I had been chatting with a really nice guy who’s name escapes me yet again. He had arrived on a ‘monkey-bike with a two seater bicycle trailer attached with a huge board with ‘cut and paste’ photos all over it stating ‘Been there, done that!’ The photos showed him in Africa, Australia even one of him riding across the surface of the moon. It was a brilliant idea and everyone found it as hilarious as I did.

This year he was on his late fathers Piagio Scooter with side car frame attached upon which he has mounted a car roof box emblazoned with “One Wife....... Livid!” down the side. What a star! It was great to meet you once more and I look forward to our next encounter wondering what mode of transport you will be on. 

“Sam’s there Dad, shall we say hello?”
“He’s busy darling, later maybe”.

Dinner comprised of a couple of Bockwurst in Pea and Smoked Ham  soup for me and Bacon and Egg sandwich for Ben.

Ed March’s presentation about his trip to Nordkapp on his Honda C90 whilst returning from the Elephant Rally in Austria, was brilliant! Ben loved it and was really impressed with Ed sticking his tongue to a lamppost at -15 degrees C just to see what the outcome would be.


Ping, Ouch!

It was well past 2300 hours before we eventually headed back to the tent having said hello to numerous people. Ben decided we should lay ‘across ways’ this time so we did not end up sliding down our sleeping mats again. By 0330 hours the last of the ‘hard core’ story tellers had called it a night in the tent behind us and I fell into a very wrestles sleep. Sadly rolling onto Ben in the process. Still we both managed to get a few hours sleep thanks in part to the blanket I had tied across the middle of the tent to block out the toilet block lights. 

By 0700 hours I was up showered, fed and watered and off to collect my refuse sack from the HUBB Gazebo ready for my at 0745 shift. I left Ben to catch up on some well overdue sleep safe in the knowledge I could see the tent at all times. 

Once again I headed around the campsite weaving my way in and out of all the little alcoves and various nooks and crannies where new arrivals had pitched their tents. It was brilliant to see such a wide variety of tents motorbikes with and without side cars, plus 4x4’s and camper vans.


Ben loved Iain & Debz SetUp

I got talking, as you do, to a guy who had painted flags of countries he had visited on the front of his windscreen. Having got fed up of having to keep buying new stickers each time he changed his bike. It transpired that we had both served in the former Yugoslavia under the UN back in 1992. He had actually had the misfortune of stopping of at ‘Redoubt Camp’ where I was the chef and shared  a few brews there. 


What a small world it is!

Halfway through my ‘tour of recycling crew duty’ Ben appeared at my side out of nowhere and commandeered the litter picker claw. We spent an enjoyable hour looking around for litter of which there was very little indeed thanks to the thoughtfulness of the attendee’s. I took a fair few photo’s and Ben scavenged for more litter, unsuccessfully.

“Sam’s there Dad”

Ben was really impressed with the huge 4x4’s that had arrived on Friday and were parked at the back of the site in the overflow area. One had wheels almost as big as Ben. Then he spotted it, Ben’s favorite a VW CamperVan complete with elevated roof. Ben was over the moon, especially when the owner turned out to be one of the coolest guys on the site allowing Ben to pose with his pride and joy.


How Big?


Can we have one Dad?

Then as we made our way back to the HUBB Gazebo at 0940 hours on Saturday morning Ben just said

“Can we go home?”

By 1400 hours Ben was installed on the sofa watching some mind numbing children’s drivel on TV.

Me? Well I’m absolutely devastated it’s that simple! 


Well done Bruce




Thursday, 23 May 2013

Precious Pillions - A Dad’s View


It wasn’t until we visited the BMF Show in Peterborough recently, that I really gave the subject of carrying a ‘Precious Pillion’ any thought at all.



Mind you, Ben does get around!
London

Having always carried Jeannie or Ben on the back seat, it  is nothing out of the normal in the Walton household.  However being introduced to a rather concerned lady by Sam & Birgit in the Adventure and Overland Touring area of the BMF Show changed all that. The conversation that followed about her husband carrying their young (7 or 8 year old) son on the back of his motorbike, started the old ‘grey matter’ churning.

“I always struggle, holding the handlebar with one hand, whilst turning round to give him a lift onto the back seat” elicited an immediate  “No, don't do that” response from me, quickly followed by a clear and simple alternative.

It never occurred to me that having carried Ben as a pillion form the tender age of 5 years old I would have developed such strong opinions on the subject of ‘Precious Pillions’ . Listening to their plight of how “school” were vehemently against the idea of their son being a pillion on a motorbike both shocked and annoyed me.

How can a teacher possible advise against a parent taking their child on the back of a motorbike? As the conversation progressed, involving Ben & I answering numerous questions about Bens experience on the bike, it became quite apparent to me that this family were benefiting from our own personal experiences of carrying a ‘Precious Pillion’ and so the idea for this Blog evolved!



Bagging his first windmill
Netherlands

Number One -Taking 100% Responsibility 

If anyone was to maliciously cause Ben any harm, I would gladly serve time! That is a fact not a flippant statement. Now if that is the level of care and protection I believe I am willing to go to for his wellbeing. Why would anyone believe anything  would change simply because we are on two wheels? It doesn’t, not one jot!

As far as I am concerned it is MY RESPONSIBILITY to ensure my ‘Precious Pillions’ safety at all times! I don’t waste my time looking to pass the blame to other road users, it’s me, plain and simple who is responsible 100% of the time.

Now if you are not willing or able to comprehend and accept the above statement, my honest advice is  “Do not carry your child, or anyone else's for that matter, as a  pillion on your bike” and don’t bother reading any further as it will be of absolutely no interest to you.



Le Mans - France

Number Two - Get Trained Up

Having ridden motorbikes since 1978 I felt carrying Ben as a pillion would be automatically accepted by his Mum, Jeannie. I was wrong! 

“What do you mean, your taking him to school, he’s not big enough to be on the back?” was the very first thing J said when I told her he that I was taking Ben to school on Mo. It never entered my head that his feet could not even touch the running boards of the Aprillia 125 Mojito Scooter I had at the time.


From Small Acorn's....

As it happened school was just around the corner and for a good year or so all was well until the Mojito miraculously evolved into a Triumph 675 Daytona. 9 months later the same miracle happened again (how lucky am I) and a Yamaha FJR1300 appeared in our garage. 

Ben loved the FJR, it was big and comfortable. What became quickly apparent was Ben felt very much at home and safe on the pillion seat. The Givi Top-Box added an extra level of security but I will cover that later on in the Blog!

“Have you thought of getting some professional bike training?” came out of the blue one evening over dinner.

“To be honest I’ve toyed with the idea but done nothing about it, why do you think I need some?” I replied looking for honesty rather than an ego massage.

“Yes” Came the brutal yet honest reply, “If only to make me feel better” smoothing the edge’s off the dagger stuck in my chest!

You see no one wants to be told that they are not the best rider out there but I know from personal experience that enrolling on the Institute of Advanced Motorists (IAM) Bike Course was a revelation. It opened my eyes to all my shortfalls and that was after 28 years in the saddle. It changed my perspective of riding, helping to control the one thing on the bike that was not mechanical, ME!

Reading one of Nick Sanders books recently I spotted this phrase.

“Most motorcycle problems are caused by the nut that connects the handlebars to the saddle” (Anon)

I’m not perfect but having attended and passed the IAM Riders Course I felt and still feel far more prepared to continue carrying my ‘Precious  Pillion’. I ride within my own personal ‘Safety Bubble’ and to be honest I do not want anyone inside it, no one what so ever. I regularly find spaces to pull over to let ‘Tailgaters’ and other people I do not feel comfortable with , pass by. I would rather arrive late, than not arrive at all- it’s that simple.



Ypres - Belgium 

Number Three - Gearing Up

One major issue I have found over and over again and that is the quality of children's protective clothing is not great. If you are a major biker gear designer please take a look at the quality of what Mum and Dad wear and make something comparable in quality for children. Believe it or not we parents WILL buy it.

Helmets are not a problem with the likes of Shoei , Arai & Nolan all producing brilliant helmets that fit smaller heads. I know that helmets can be expensive but what price do you put on you ‘Precious Pillions’ brains?

Children's Protective Motorcycle Clothing is available and some of it is of a high standard so please do not take my last statement out of context. However, what I  have personally found is the gear is never 100% waterproof and I cannot find any Gortex or Kevlar kit that will fit Ben. There are companies out there like, Hein Gericke, Frank Thomas & J&S who supply children's protective clothing. 

Boots are not an issue in respect to availability. Now Ben has turned 11 he is in a size 3 but I always buy one size larger in order to get two years wear as opposed to the usual 8 to 12 months we get from the clothing.

Gloves have never been a big problem as there is huge range available.

A good tip is to always check eBay before you start spending mega bucks on new gear. At best clothing will usually fit a growing child for between 8 to 12 months. Most little ones are not ‘bike couriers’ in any way and so their gear being sold on eBay is usually as good as new. That said, Ben’s gear always looks ‘well used’ but as long as the seller posts good pictures and is honest about its usage and condition you cannot go wrong. Whats a few flies between fellow bikers anyway?



Youngest ever Brit Butt Light Pillion Aged 8
Wales

Number Four - Preparing the Bike

Right then, so we’ve taken the decision to be 100% responsible, done the training, bought the gear now what can you do to make sure your ‘Precious Pillions’ enjoy their first ride.

Well I alway make sure Ben feels safe. It’s no good having him hanging on for dear life when by simply fitting a Sissi bar, back rest or, as I do, a removable top-box, you can change the whole experience for you pillion. All of these simple bolt on accessories provide a physical barrier and support ensuring yet another level of safety.

Other things I have done include, strapping a sleeping bag to each pannier top to create a comfortable ‘seat’ like area. This worked well for Ben when he was 8 through to 10. I’m now looking into attaching a couple of extendable bags to the top of my current panniers to re-create this environment but with added functionality. Being able to carry accessible food and drink for Ben on those longer trips will be a real bonus.


All set for  the Normandy Beaches

Now be wear children do sleep, a lot! Ben has slept from Manchester to Birmingham on the back of the FJR and from Leeds almost to London on Mr T. 

Now if your ready for it then it’s not a problem. My solution is simple. Buy two Grip Belts ( I use Oxford Grip Belts). I wear one Ben wears the other, I then fasten them together.  Initially I used two locking carabiners  but as he grew and needed more space I utilised two Quickdraws which I still carry on long rides (500 miles plus) as a back up.

Now I know what a lot of folk will be thinking, ‘That cannot be safe’ Well as I stated at the start I am 100% responsible for my ‘Precious Pillion’. Ben still snoozes on the back, as recently as this weekend returning from the BMF Show on Saturday, I just wish I had taken the Rider Grips with me! 



You see it's a family thing!

Number Five - Communication 

Last but not least, communication. I have been using intercoms on my bikes for the last 5 years. Jeannie & I like to discuss things when we are riding around. Ben chats but not a readily but I can always ask how he is.

Recently I have fitted a Blue Tooth System which has a massive benefit especially in services. Ben can stay in touch when I go in to pay for fuel or when he nips to the toilet. This gives us such a high level of add security that I would never return to a wired system.



Sleeping Bag & Tent 
Creating a great 'Arm Chair' 

Remember I mentioned the conversation about the the dad who struggled holding the handlebar whilst twisting round to help his son onto the pillion seat. Well my simple solution is don’t do it.
Let your Precious Pillion climb onto the riders seat as you would do then slide back. No more struggling or worrying about do I drop my bike or my pillion or worse still drop my bike onto my pillion. J climbs onto my bike and slides back without issue as does Ben. Give it a try you may just find it works for you.


As I said at the start the above views are purely meant as ‘Food for thought’ and are in no way intended as a ‘Must Do’ guide. 

Things will go wrong, like bikes falling over in France whilst Ben was sat on the pillion seat, but if you can cover as many bases before you even start then in my humble opinion you will be better prepared to cope with anything which comes your way.

I just hope that parents will take something of use away with them after having read ‘Precious Pillions’ - A Dads View.



My very own
'Precious Pillion'