DIY Heavan

One Day as I was passing the Fish And Chips shop, I came across a poster advert for driving schools UK. I stopped to read the advertisement. I had long thought I might travel down and apply for work there and I took it as a sign.for women like me, I can only imagine the job satisfaction. I had a motorcycle but I wasn't getting any younger. Well, that's how my father put it.

I didn't mind the travel so much. I actually enjoyed the ride down. I fancied getting behind the wheel more often.It was good riding my motorcycle such long distances however. I enjoyed the traffic and the looks I got. I often wondered what it was like for women when I was a kid, to drive a motorbike.For women to drive a motorbike, well I can say that we get as much out of it as a man would. Only we drive it better. I loved my motorcycle.

I think I was born to ride.I used to go down with my friends to ride in events. It was nothing too fancy really but I felt an incredible buzz. I learnt to ride my first bike when I was five. I may be cheating somewhat, I admit it. I did use stabilizers but they were quickly removed around my eigth birthday after I felt ready for the next challenge.I still remember that day even now.

I don't really know how often I fell off or how I kept my enthusiasm in spite of falling off, but as time progressed I got better and better . Since that day, I think I must have rid over three days in every week. Well there was one week I didn't ride when I was ill, but other then that I think I've always enjoyed itI planned to ride down to London in the morning. It was getting late now.

I had called and asked if there were vacancies and was told there was. I tried to sound calm on the phone but it was difficult. I slept easy that night, dreaming about what it would be like. I remember my last thought being, 'I so love to travel.'