Tonight

I went out to my adopted sisters house to watch a film. It was a warm evening so I decided to go on my motorbike wearing my full leathers.

Hospital

I met Bec outside of the hospital where she works. My riding confidence was high and it was perfect conditions.

22 Jump street

We watched 22 jump street. This film has me crying with laughter everytime I watch it. We chatted for a while before I rode home with only one thing on my mind…….

Tarmac

Yes, tarmac was the one thing on my mind. Strange you might think, but I am biker wearing full leathers complete with knee sliders. Actually there was one other thing on my mind, and that was to plant my knee on the tarmac to achieve membership to that exclusive club.

Contact

My tires were nice and warm and I was focused. I found the perfect place (on a race track officer, not the public highway (definitely not a roundabout)). I approached with caution on my first run, I was close but no contact. A couple of more goes and, boom, my knee was down.

Not pretty

It was not pretty at all. I’m glad I waited until it was night time. Pretty or not, the sound of my knee slider scraping the tarmac was heavenly. It’s not much on my slider, but it finally did it. Now I have to get the other knee down. Watch this space……..