Our Parents Was Also Bikers...

Well.....
Mines a family of virtually no pictures so nothing to share this moment

 

Nice pics, both my dad and his brother rode speedway at Brooklands and both where prototype testers but don't know the makes, my old mum used to come on the back of my bikes to go shopping she was a bit younger in here 70s though, it all started for me when my uncle took me on the back of his Thunderbird at the tender age of 8 and scared the shit out of me, but it obviously made the right impression as I started at the age of fifteen and apart from a few breaks I am still riding at 68 on a hard tail custom.

 

My father was a successful competitor in road and track cycling and rode motorcycles when coaching, but due to many accidents was dead against me riding them.
I have ridden most of my life and my brother finally got his license at 50.

 

Not exactly the same.. Here is the true story, my father spent his life in the army.
He was offered to pass the military motorcycle license on a Terrot 500. Did a little round, and tried to go a bit faster, then lost control and finished with the bike in the barracks kitchen.
As I showed interest riding motorcycle, he was circumspect, but called some friends to help finding my first bike, a Yamaha RDX 125 model 1977.

 

My "real old man" was a go cart (zip cart?) champ (I think) and my Step father (since I was 4 so he's my dad) was a sidecar racer.
All my childhood was in the back of the transit (twin rear wheel of course..) going to race meetings up and down the uk.
I remember him selling the granada to buy some wiseco pistons on the gs1000 once......

 

First picture is my dad Roy #7 and my uncle Cecil #1 taken at Maghaberry. Second picture is my uncle David taken at Dundrod.
I had another Uncle Jeffrey who died in a crash at the Temple 100.
To this day they still hold a record for four brothers on the same grid

 

This thread turns to be amazing.

 

Just to be clear, the like I gave you was for the nice story. Alan being paralysed is a terrible thing

 

Don't have any pictures, but my dad and his dad (my grandad) both rode bikes. Dad's had a BSA combination, which went all over in. Me and my sister in the sidecar and mum on the pillion. One of my fond memories was mum saying "your dad will be here in a minute I'll put the tea on", this was because you could hear that old thumper coming up the road to the house. Unfortunately my grandad was killed on his bike. They both had an influence on my love for motorbikes and the fact that I'm still riding today.

 

Didn't know you were around in the early 30s Ade. Well you learn something new every day eh ?

 

Isn’t it amazing that the seeds of motorbikes were planted in us as kids?
It's great really!

 

Absolutely nobody anywhere in my family is into motorbikes
JUST ME

 

I knew there was something odd about you

 

My family... do you use the term loosely