Biking

When I was 10 years old, my father, the DIY King Version 1.0 bought an old Yamaha DT125 frame off the a nearby scrapyard, sourced a liquid-cooled 2-stroke 50cc engine from the local classifieds and combined these two in a show of awe inspiring customizing-wizardry to form what was my very first motorbike. At the time I had to pick which one of my feet I would like to touch the ground seeing as the bike was way to high for me, but once I got it moving, it was the best thing ever. My dad got himself an old DT175 shortly after and we would ride along the creek and up the hill over weekends and even some afternoons after school, and it was during that time that my love for motorbikes took flight…

Twenty years down the line, I’ve ridden just about every type of bike out there and still cannot get enough of it. While the engines have gotten bigger and the bikes smaller (I’m about 2m tall, so there’s not a lot of bikes which I don’t end up looking like a circus bear on), the excitement of riding makes everything else in life bearable. I’ve been on scramblers, scooters, tourers, superbikes and cruizers, each with it’s own unique poison to those who love biking.

In 2015 I bought my first Harley Davidson, a Sportster Forty-Eight, in which I found something that I had never found in other bikes: A fierce brotherhood. I joined the Sportster Owners Group (SOG’s) in the same month that I bought my bike, and a year later, founded the Blacktop Rebels Riding Club (BRRC) of South Africa, Cape Town chapter with 5 of my riding buddies who had the same vision for a new type of club…