We walked out one summer’s morning, leaving the wicket gate behind us and trooped off towards the main road itching to hit the highway, thumb extended, praying for the first ride. My 17 year old companion had joined me with her mother’s tentative blessing after a delicate conversation more about my behaviour than her safety. Her father however seemed relaxed about the consequences, even slightly jealous in fact, as flogging insurance for a onetime air ace had worn down his latent sense of adventure.
We were free now - oh what a feeling - beginning the first big adventure of our lives.
Drew Martyn over 1 year ago
Go for it, kids, and good luck :)