04/11/2025
Back in the early 20teens, if you were a petrolhead, you mostly were either alone with your passion or had a handful of like minds living blocks away from you. Connected by the love of vintage bikes to only realise we were cousins, his dad, my uncle was the first old timer - petrolhead I've met in my life. I remember riding to his home just to hear my uncle speak about his time and the bikes he got to enjoy.
The fruit never falls far from the tree. My cousin used to race professionally, going all in with his time and money. One unfortunate day, he gets thrown off his bike only to hit a tyre was upside down on his spine. He's off racing now, but moved to more subtle machines (although he has a rr310 as the beast within oneself can only go to slumber and not die). Looking at him today, i feel that crash was a much needed intervention.
