
Anyhoo, he mentioned something that made my ears prick up this time around. Apparently I'm related to this fella...

It's a fairly loose relation, 2nd cousin at best I think. We don't know each other, until my Dad mentioned it I wasn't even aware of his existence, but then it got me thinking.
That guy's a biker.
I'm a biker.
Even my Dad was a biker in his day...

We're all related but have all gone about biking without knowing the other's involvement as such. My dad didn't show me that pic until I'd got my Daytona back in 2008/9. I thought his only bike up until that point was a C90 when I was very young!
So I was wondering, is there something in our genetic make-up that attracts us to biking? Are we destined to follow the paths of our ancestors? Or is it all a big coincidence?