Putting ‘BIKER’ On The Census As Your Religion

Putting ‘BIKER’ On The Census As Your Religion

It’s coming around again soon – the Gubbinment will be sending you a load of questions at great expense to the taxpayers so that… umm… they know more stuff about us?



The important thing this time around is that when they ask me what religion I am, I am going to say it loud and proud that I am A Biker.

The road is my God, and the pathway there, too.

When I ride my bike it is a spiritual experience.  It’s a comfort to me when I feel lost or down.

Riding ‘in the zone’ is like a form of meditation.  It’s Zanshin – total awareness – as I try to see my surroundings before they happen, listening to every roar and click from my bike and trying my best to make sure as I execute my religion that nobody else is adversely affected by it.

We even have Priests – the mechanics who will fix up our trusty steeds and get us back on track.

A lot of us even just ride on Sundays!  And we have those living Gods amongst us:


And think of the benefits or getting our religion recognised!

Would a petrol station be allowed to force us to remove our helmet if it’s religious clothing?

Could they continue forcing us to pay such high tax on petrol – essentially taxing our religion?

It is my form of worship.  Being a Biker means I enjoy life, and get more out of it because of my choices.

We’re family out there – nodding a greeting as we pass total strangers simply because they’re on a bike.  Sure, there are different faction within the Biking religion – the Sportbikers have some hostility towards Harley Davidson riders, and everyone dislikes Scooter riders.  Motard riders are just thugs.  We’re not going to go to war over it, though, and many of us treat everyone under the Biker banner equally, as it’s something that unifies us all.


If you ride a bike, I bet you’ve put more effort into that than you have the made-up-deity, war-causing, only-when-it-suits-you religion that someone decided they’d choose for you before you were out of nappies!

It’s got to be done!

It is the time to show the World what we REALLY believe in!

Just put that single word as your religion: Biker.


***EDIT***: There is now a Facebook group for this, so get theeself joined and spread the word: http://www.facebook.com/home.php?sk=group_169227299791835

Oulton Park Trackday 06/07/10

Oulton Park Trackday 06/07/10

I thought I was going to Rockingham on Monday morning, but found it was sold out!  I had a forlorn mooch around thinking I’d missed my second trackday of the year and had to wait again, and then saw my favourite track – Oulton Park – on the Club MSV website with spaces left!

After a brief panic over which bike to hire as my usual Lady Snoots were at Rockingham, I called up Matt at Smallboy trackbikes and much to his surprise he was suddenly booked to get a Suzuki GSXR600 K7 there for me the next morning.

After spending the night doing my ritual of cleaning and waxing my leathers and getting the cams charged and ready, then getting about 24 seconds of sleep (IT’S BETTER THAN CHRISTMAS!!!), I shot up the M6 on my trusty ZX9R and arrived.

For some reason there weren’t many people there.  I think there were closer to 20 in each group than the usual of more than double that, but I figured this was a good thing for my second time in the Intermediate Group.

Matt of Smallboy was there with his Dad, who wasted no time getting a coffee into my hand (excellent service all day of coffee’s and even cleaning my visor for me), and I was surprised to recognise Matt as the one who gave the safety briefing when I was last at Mallory Park.

I’ve always had a thing against Suzuki’s, but thought I’d give it a go.

As it turned out the bike was very easy to ride.  I loved having a slipper clutch for the first time, and the Bridgestone tyres were sticky and never let me down.  I started scraping my knee around Island bend in the very first session!

Better still, only one bike came past me in the first few sessions – and that was a 1000cc so it doesn’t count!  I seemed to be well on the pace in the group, and overall the group was very even.  This meant with small group sizes we all got loads of track space to concentrate on our own riding.

There were no big offs, although on the final lap of one session it seemed like about 4 bikes had gone off all over the place!  Nothing serious…

In the 6th session we saw the only red flag as someone managed to get it on the grass at the top of Clay Hill.  I got it on camera but you can’t see much… He was braking down on the grass and scrubbed most of the speed off before hitting one of the strategically placed hay bales and somersaulting over!

It was good meeting up with some of the TDR forum members as I was all on my lonesome again, and hopefully I’ve got some video footage of them that will be on YouTube soon!

Photo’s were great and I had an awesome day!  I was timed me with a 2:07 lap (under 2:20 would have done me quite happily!) and I reckon when I look back over the footage I can knock a couple of seconds off that, so I’m chuffed to bits!

A great day out – why doesn’t EVERYONE do it???


Chasing a GSXR750 (he comes past around 1:50 in):

The crash up Clay Hill: