Paul Lewis

 

I learnt to ride late in life. I didnít learn to ride a bike when I was a teenager because of parental pressure. However, as a bribe they did help me to buy an old Ford Cortina. I gradually forgot about the idea of riding a bike over the years until having a drink with some ladies I worked with on my 40th birthday. The running joke amongst the women for the day (expressed politely here) being that I was at the age when men start doing stupid things and start looking for toys again.

It was the suggestion amongst much female rib tickling that I buy a big motorbike and a hairy chest wig that brought all the old ambitions back and within a couple of weeks I had booked my lessons but could not get the chest wig to stay in place. I struggled on the bike course because although I knew what I wanted my hands and feet to do they kept insisting on doing something else. I eventually I passed my test (first time) in June 1999.

It was immediately apparent to me as I rode my new Bandit 600 for the first time that although I had passed my DSA test I hadnít really got a clue about riding a motorbike, eventually writing the bike off 6 months later thanks to a BMW doing a ĎUí turn and my inability to maximise the use of the front brake. I purchased a 1200 Bandit as soon as I was almost sufficiently recovered enough to hold it up. After failing to get any sensible riding advice from Ďexperiencedí riders I joined CWAM in Oct 2003 and passed my Advanced Test in April 2004 on a GSX1400.

I have been a senior observer since 2009 which was followd by a three-year stint as Training Officer for the group. Currently, I am riding a VFR1200 and look after the groupís post-test training activities on behalf of the current training officer.

2013.02.21