Motorcycle Explorer Issue 17 - Page 19

know my parents from way back since they went to boarding school together. Over a wonderful plate of dinner (especially for someone whose lunch consisted of an apple and a diet coke at a gas station), I told Eran about my amusing mix-up from the previous night. "Wait a minute, are you talking about who I think you are?!" It turns out that Gadi and Eran have been good friends for years. What a small world!

On Friday morning, I got up and rode 5 minutes to the nearby gas station at Re'em Junction, where I was meeting other riders for a trip organised by our Suzuki dealership. One by one, the guys rolled in – on battered, battle-ready DR's and shiny, new Huskies. It was a beautiful, sunny day, with good company, on easy, fun trials. At the end of the day, when we are all saying our goodbyes, I slipped away and wiped the sweat from my forehead. I was so relieved that I didn't fall or make a fool of myself. Even though I have experience, I am not used to riding with others and usually lack confidence in big groups. Perhaps the secret is, as in other things in life - Fake it 'till you make it ...

When I arrived home that evening I was stinky and disgusting, my back was broken (it's not that the DR's seat is uncomfortable for long distances – it's just that I would have been more comfortable if I had been riding on a seat made of broken glass) and I had a huge smile on my face. It turns out that you do not have to travel to Africa to go on adventures, meet amazing people, see exciting landscapes and ride with your favourite motorcycle.