Definately No Motorbikes

My phone rang so long it was almost off the table. I was getting to answer it as fast as I was able. My daughter's voice was ringing from the other end, telling me that her brother wanted to buy a bike from her friend. A push bike was the bike that came to mind, but she informed me that the bike was the motorised kind.

My Heart was pounding and I thought it almost to pop, this was one escapade I had to immediately put a stop. Remembering when I was at work my friend at the bike shop called me to come at lunchtime cos he had a bike I must really have to see. It was an ITALJET Childs' motorbike all shiny and new. Well I bought it cos I ask you, what else could I do.

The Police called at the door cos they rode it too near a house. The occupants wanted their home to be quiet as a mouse. I took the back seat of my Escort car and stood the bike straight in its place. The three kids on top of it and hubby and somehow filled up the space

We did enjoy many hours of fun as a family, but like everything the novelty wore off being replaced by games for TV. I had a dread of something happening to him on a bike. Better he learns to drive and get any car that he'd like. Getting off the phone I make myself a very strong cup of Tea. A Motorbike was something that really bothered me. My first boyfriend had a 350 Norton of which he was proud. But the noise it made to me was an ear piercing and loud.

He'd call round for me when we were going to the town hall hop. He wanted me on the back, but to that thought I put a sharp stop. My micro-mini skirt and 6" stiletto heels just didn't cater, so I'd get the bus and meet him there in town quite a bit later. My hair was combed back as high as I could get it styled. A French pleat in the back was then very neatly piled. This weirdo honestly wanted to put a crash helmet on the top. He gave me my fair and he'd meet me at the town bus stop. Needless to say that this wasn't for me the man to marry. He found a girl who on the back of his bike he could safely carry.

Luckily with me that was the end of my son's little episode and from then on my son on the bus quite safely rode. Did I say safely rode on the public bus?

Well I never anticipated that there'd be any fuss. On Friday night during a thunderstorm my peace was shattered. A knock on the door sent me out in dress and slippers nothing mattered. My son got off the bus between the two bus stops due to the storm.
As I followed my neighbour to the road I saw my son's lifeless form. He'd walked round the front of the bus to get home fast, a car overtook the bus and that was almost his last.

He'd fractured his skull but fortunately not as severely, but I thought this would be the end of my fears clearly. He soon got well fortunately and got his degree, that day at his graduation I was as proud as I could be. A very handsome talented young man he turned out to be. It was for sure he wasn't like his step father or even me.

He was off to London to further his career, I had hoped and dreamed he'd get a job just a little bit near. Driving lessons were to be the next bane in my life, but failing his test ended my trouble and strife. A push bike was to become his new mode of transport. I felt better now was to be my endless favourite retort.

My little friend 'FATE' was soon around once again, this time to cause him and me even more pain. Cycling home he made a signal to turn to the right, but unfortunately a very pretty girl came into sight. He quickly changed hand signals to follow the lovely girl now in range, but the lady motorist behind him didn't see his hand change.

Knocked off his bike he was to find that his arm was shattered. But he was safe and well so nothing else mattered. Bone from his leg was to be used on a graft on his arm, but fate had left him still with lots of courage and plenty of charm. He made a speedy recovery and was soon back to work. He needed money quickly so he had no time to shirk. He was off to work in Portugal his fortune he would surely make. I of course warned him of many precautions that he should take.

Thinking back his mishaps started when he was four. I was on my own with 3 children which in itself was quite a chore. Getting him and me ready for work and the girls off to school, he could always pick the wrong time to act the fool. Although taking him to work with me I do have to say, he was well behaved in my office and would very quietly play. This morning with his porridge he just wanted to mess, threatening in this bowl his face I would really press. This morning I was really and truly stressed out, so I did what I said and heard him really shout. The porridge had been a bit hotter than I figured and the shock and the heat a yell from both of us trigged. Needless to say that it was never to happen again. We had flakes for breakfast and porridge just now and then.

His holdall was packed and he was excited to be leaving, although I made light of it my insides were reeling. He was taking the Ferry as a passenger from Dover to France, then he would work his way to Portugal just going by chance. Every few days he would give me an excited phone call. He was on the beach in the French Riviera and having quite a ball. I bragged about him to friends and family wherever I went, but my little friend 'FATE' would soon make me relent. My daughter's friend called us over the street, guess who on the French Riviera she happened to meet. My chest puffed out with a Mother's pride, but after her story I just wanted to go and hide. On his way to Portugal he wanted to fulfil a dream, but I'd no idea he would be on a Riviera beach selling Ice cream. Breaking my neck to phone him to see if its true. My heart is sinking and I'm sure my lips are blue. He attracts all the ladies with his charm and handsome smile and the tips he receives makes it very worthwhile. He'd given my daughter's friends an exceptionally good treat.

Well this son of mine always does seem to land on his feet. 'Land on his feet' I should rephrase that you see, sitting on an eighteen inch high wall was his next catastrophe. How on earth you're thinking sitting on a wall so very small, could you do any serious harm if you should happen to fall. There I go once again opening my big mouth, for sure it must stretch from the North to the South. Celebrating his arrival in Portugal he was quite a bit over the top. When along by the Hotel swimming pool he decided to stop. Right now you're probably thinking that he fell into the pool, parking his rear on a foot and a half high wall, stretching over to get his coat he just happened to fall. Not falling forward like most drunken people generally flop, no he fell over backwards straight down a thirty foot drop. He had fallen and had severely broken his right arm. His face was covered in cuts, but it hadn't affected his charm. He needed to be nursed so his big sister travelled to be at his side, she knew he needed to come out and not continue to hide. She had taken a 'SCREAM' mask over to wear as a joke. This his embarrassed defences were very soon broke. He was to make a relatively quick although painful recovery and he was just as handsome as ever to a Mother like me. The wounds on his face were to heal pretty well, but that little hitch on his feet was back I could tell. Thirty years before I had lived in beautiful Bangkok Thailand. So that's where he was to go and work as he had now planned. Well surprising to say everything was going just great, he had been very successful and keeping the right side of 'FATE'.

On boxing day morning around ten o'clock, the whole of our family suffered a terrible shock. A tsunami had struck on his hotel's fantastic beach, we were frantic with worry as all day his phone we couldn't reach. After many long and frantic hours we heard his voice on the phone. He had been caught in the wave and his body in places was cut right to the bone. The outside scars always heal pretty good and well, but feelings are a different tale to tell. This horrific experience will stay until your dying day.

After all that you've read you may be wondering do I ever regret That I stopped him having a motorbike yet. Do I think he's possibly got nine lives like a cat. Well that thought sometimes crosses my mind about that. I think his kind heart sees him right through, he must have a guardian Angel watching over him that's true. Even through all these accidents he's encountered over the years, he doesn't mope around and break into tears. Rather he takes each day as it comes and he will enjoy, the fact that he didn't get a motor bike as an eighteen year old boy.

The End.

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