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For my 18th birthday my parents finally gave in and bought me a brand new motorcycle from their savings account. I was more than pleased. I had without a doubt the best parents in the world and even though my mother was very much against this idea she saw deep down how much I had always wanted my own motorcycle. Since I was young kid my bedroom wall was populated with pictures of bikes and cars that I use to cut out from my dad's motor sport weekly magazine that he used to hide in his basement.

All my life I grew wanting to ride fast bikes and I used to idolize dare devils like Evil Knievel when he used to jump over 10 cars and land safely on the other end like a true champion. Even my favourite band growing up was related to fast riding vehicles. It was a band straight out of Texas that called themselves dsa, short for "Don't Stop Accelerating". Their lyrics really burned a hole into my heart and it was pretty much from then I started wanting to live that dare devil life of driving down the highway like a maniac. I passed my driving test with flying colours after my uncle had recommended me joining this one school called driving lessons uk. Within about 2 months I was confident enough to jump upon my bike and set out on the road for my first road trip. I drove all the way from my home town of Manchester down to Luton. But before I set off on my journey I did a quick pit stop at the driving lessons uk office where I first got my license and really thanked them all for all the help I had received from them. I was so happy I even took two stickers and placed them on each side with big red letters reading "driving lessons UK improved my life".

While I was in Luton I decided to visit some old friends that had recently moved down there from Liverpool and I thought it would be a nice gesture to pop in and say hello and see how they were doing. It took me just over two hours to finally find where they lived and as soon as I pulled up to the driveway my friend came out clapping his hands shouting "well done mate", "well done". I jumped off my bike and proudly showed him the sticker of driving lessons UK and encouraged him to go to their Luton branch and get himself a license as well.