The outing was always going to be epic, as I have already got FMX bug through out the year, so going to Motor Cycle Live was going to be the annual pilgrimage to bikes. So after a very early start (even the birds weren't awake at 5am), and a two coffee stop car journey, we arrived at the NEC for the day.
Fortunately the NEC does use its' common sense regarding parking for the less able and I only had a short hop to the main building, and then to the wonderfully organised mobility stand. Once armed with my scooter for the day we were off, straight round to the classics. Now there was an element of common sense on our side as we went mid week so I could get round with the need for a battering ram on my scooter, unlike TGL where I needed a tank to get from A to B.
We were then given the great delight of the live show. Words can't describe the way they make bikes fly through the air. Needless to say they leave the audience with an adrenaline rush of nerves with every leap. After the show the audience have a chance to meet the riders, get autographs on the promo posters and even have photos. Although the area was none disabled friendly all the drivers came out to me and obliged with photos and signings.
The rest of the day was spent in awe of the many bikes from dirt, to super to historic. So something for every ones taste. For those brave enough there were trials of your first bike lesson and dirt biking, even a rink for the little ones to try. I also noticed an extreme amount of protective bike wear and a police safety lecture. Both refreshing to see, considering the danger bikers face on the road.
After the second show, which we saw the real dangers the bikers face when one had a minor fall, I was shattered and to be honest the day was nearly done. So we braved the motorway home. Happy and tired, but most of all in awe of the stunt work we had seen.
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