Motorcycling is a big part of our lives; in fact it was motorbikes that brought Mr Wub Boo and I together. So it’s natural that our kids would inherit a love for them too.
For my son, it all started in the womb when his Daddy was racing superbikes, and he spent a lot of time getting jiggly in my belly every time the motorbikes roared past on the track.
At just two weeks old he had his first weekend at the race track.
As a baby, during MotoGP and World Superbikes season, we would watch delayed coverage on a Monday morning. For him, Nicky Hayden was the man (Mummy might have thought so too), and it was so funny watching him squealing and kicking his legs in excitement every time they showed a shot of Hayden. At first I thought it was the colour of the Repsol Honda bike that he liked, but he showed no reaction when Hayden’s team mate, Dani Pedrosa, was shown.
At ten months old, it was all about stunting. He loved watching our mate Frenchy’s stunt DVD and trying to copy his moves on the rocking horse – all with accompanying motorbike noises.
His best mate loved motorbikes too.
You haven’t seen a more excited kid than mine when he got his first motorbike.
While we waited for his legs to grow long enough to ride his motorbike, he enjoyed going for rides on it with Daddy.
Then he started riding with Daddy holding on to it.
And finally, at 3 years and 11 months old, his legs were long enough to reach the ground and he could start off by himself.
Remember his best friend who also loved motorbikes? That’s him riding riding in front of my boy.
And here they are going full noise through the gap. Throttles pinned appears to be the only way to ride.
I don’t know who is prouder – us or them.
Won’t be long and they’ll be ready to head to the motocross track. Wonder how long it will be before they start needing the Book of Excuses for Motorcyclists?