Quick Detour
My Son had been nagging us to get his bikes to his Aunt's so we surly loaded up his KX85 and CRF100 on the trailer and gave him an afternoon out on an airstrip's apron. He was timid on his Honda fist time round and reluctant to have another scoot so I placed some items out to lay out a circuit around which he happily navigated. His Aunt and I meanwhile blatted around on the '85 and I explored the powerband, which felt like riding the CB1000F the other day; fun but too soon "done that". My Son got quicker; and started to worry me. His circuits got more and more extended and we realised this is because he's still not using brakes! On the return leg to his Aunt's my Son asked when we were going to take Shadowfax out together again. With all this commuting I've had little energy for such treats and my fear factor of falling with him on board is very strong. I just can't imagine crawling over to him if he was hurt through being on the bike with me. ...