Yeah, Im just at the fifth week of a broken rib. Now that I can laugh and sneeze again without bloody near crying, the other lesser injuries I picked up with the rib are making me feel 'old-ish', but thems the things that happen if you want to carry on doing the things that are the more important things in your life. My son who is about to turn 21 has just brought his first competition license and a cool little Post Classic Honda racer and we got to line up on the grid together last race meeting. Pretty cool feeling, but I must admit, Im not looking forward to another broken bone due to racing bikes, but an argument with a cage is as much on the cards or even more-so these days with the amount of twats being handed out car driving licenses for doing nothing more than answering a few multi choice questions and being given the go ahead to go out and cause mayhem. I still go to sleep at night dreaming racing and wake up the same. But I still reckon theres time to build a 'cafe'. Touch wood!
