That first ride did not prove to be an immediate shift, but it sure left a big impression. A Kawa ER50 and some other 50 cc’s later we completely forgot about Robby Naish, Bjorn Dunckerbeck and other Hawaian halfgods and learned about Rainey, Schwantz, De Radigues, Lawson, Doohan and Biaggi.
Even without having ever seen a GP or a racetrack from close by I knew everything about the bikes and their riders. I had motorcycle magazines for breakfast and fell asleep with them by the closing of the day.
My first bike at 21 was a Ténéré 660; discovering the world was high on the list. I did 35.000 km in one year: France, Germany, Holland, my world got bigger and the average speed of the trips steadily went up.
An FZR in the distance was a prey, A Fireblade nothing in the hands of those who didn’t dare! A TDM850 was my second set of wheels; having read an article about some obscure racers building a TDM850 into a BOTT racer gave me a real goal: become a track day devotee.