I was talking to a friend of mind and we got to talking about public t

I was talking to a friend of mind and we got to talking about public transport I told him that I didn't like any forms of public transport except maybe a tram. There was always something different about that.He told me about automatic driving schools which fascinated me as I had no idea what made them automatic? He couldn't answer me on that one. I decided perhaps he misheard something.

I always felt under instruction to look after him. He was such a good mate of mine. I told him so many times to forget about a motorbike and buy a scooter instead. I worried about him on the motorbike. There are so many reckless drivers out there.I myself rode a scooter and it didn't require an instruction manual. It was so simple and I loved him. I wouldn't go for anything else because I fell safe on it.Maybe I was a tad unfair on him. I mean he looked good on a motorbike. I'd never seen him in any real trouble but you do worry.

I had been under instruction from his parents to keep dropping hints as they told me they too feared for his safetyOur families were close. We'd lived on the same street for years and practically grew up in each others houses. I could always tell when they were uncomfortable with something.They really liked my scooter mind you. His mother even wanted a ride on it and I let her. Why not? She wasn't about to steal it. We took some pictures of the event. There was a big smile on I'd face that day.

That stopped when we heard a motorbike tearing off down the road. I had know other guys get seriously injured in motorbike accidents. I decided there was no more options for me anymore and I just told him what his parent's felt about him driving a motorbike.He seemed shocked by this. He told me he had no idea and I think his parents where quite pleased when I gave him my scooter as a gift. He offered me his motorbike which I took gladly. I decided I'd sell it and share the money with him. It worked out quite well for both of us.