my mother used to ride around in a sidecar way back then.............i love the look in her eyes when she sees me on it.........tells me its been over 50yrs since shes been on a Harley............she still worries every time i go out on it but i can tell she loves it just as much as i do...........She has some great silly bugger stories about riding in the good ol days......

I didn't tell my Mum for ages that I had my bike license. When I finally rode up the driveway she came out like a bullet and told me not to bother getting off the bike. When I opened my mouth to say she couldn't stop me from having a bike, she interrupted with "go home fast and grab a helmet for me". When I said I couldn't double up on my L's she claimed no police officer would book a son for taking his Mum for a "whirl around the block," (yeah right!) and did everything short of calling me a pussy for not letting her on...

Yes, she was quite willing to ride it on her own, helmet or not, but I needed to show her "where reverse,drive and park was..." No, she didn't ask about the brakes, and no, she didn't get her way...  

No history of motorbike's in my family .

but i got this pic of my mum on a BSA  , bike was owned by a work mate of my father .