I find that sometimes I get frustrated with the apathy that seems to affect all motorcyclists from time to time. It sometimes seems that there are very
few of us who actually care enough to do something in order to make sure that all of us can continue to ride our bikes.
And then, other times, I feel like I did on the 9 February in London this year. This was the occasion of the London and Home Counties Fred Hill Run.
It's quite easy to convince people to come to a show in July when the sun is shining, or to a Christmas Party in a warm pub. An Easter Egg run in March or April usually has hot tea
and the satisfaction of seeing the faces of happy children.
February 9th in London was cold, wet and very miserable. Even on a Sunday in London the
traffic is hell and Pentonville Prison is not the most cheery of destinations. No-one would really want to go for a run in those circumstances surely?
No-one, that is, except the dedicated band of about thirty motorcyclists who left the Ace Café and travelled to the Prison to commemorate the death of Fred Hill in 1984. I was
travelling at the back of the run and I found myself in awe of the sense of duty and obligation that would drag these people out of bed on a morning such as that Sunday.
I would like to thank these motorcyclists and all the others who partook in Fred Hill runs in February for helping to renew my faith in our MAG volunteers. I, personally, am never quite
sure where I stand on the helmet issue. I swing from one extreme to the other. But I thank those people out there who will do what they can to ensure that I have the freedom to decide
on various issues relating to motorcycling.
I find that sometimes I get frustrated with the apathy that seems to affect all motorcyclists from time to time. It sometimes seems that there are very
few of us who actually care enough to do something in order to make sure that all of us can continue to ride our bikes.