Right. I feel like blabbering
Backstory: Grew up on peds which we did
crazy things to. Moved to the UK from Holland and left it all behind. My passion in life was gone and it was time to grow up a bit. Got married, love of my life, hates bikes and thinks that the second you get on a bike, it teleports to 200mph into the side of a car and kills you, 0.05 seconds after swinging your leg over.
It's taken me 10 years to get her to do a CBT with me, I can't remember if she lost a bet, said yes when drunk, whatever, but she did and this last Saturday we did it at MCT London. She did hers on a scooter and I went on a CBF125. The day went well, she loved the scooter and her seeing me on a bike has changed her mind a bit. Baby steps and all that, we've gone from "you can have a scooter" to "which bike are you getting and what scooter am I getting?"
I must say that the guys at MCT were incredibly good, I would recommend them any day of the week. They were thorough, approachable, a bit fun but most importantly, they really hit home what could go wrong if you didn't respect the bikes. I will say however that a day wearing their kit made us stink something silly on the way home, if you do this or know anyone who wants to do it, make sure they take a change of clothes, hand soap, deodorant and some smelly just to take the nastiness away. I know you guys probably know what wet gear smells like, now imagine that in the glaring heat and no movement, we just stood there, helmets and all, sweating like mad in the sun whilst they were showing us the maneuvers. Trust me, this is NOT the kind of thing you do before going out to dinner.
That said, I'm smitten again and loved every second on two wheels. If my car hadn't thrown a £1.5k bill on Friday, I would have bought a bike by now.
On the topic of bikes, when I was younger and into them, two stroke was pretty much all you could get and four strokes were just starting to make an appearance on the scene but nobody touched them with a barge pole because they had half the power of the strokers. This meant that they had a huge stigma attached to them so for me, seeing all these R125s sounding like lawnmowers was a bit of a joke because I thought these things all topped out at 30mph or something. My opinion was very quickly updated after a few minutes on the CBF125 I used for the day. Granted it ran out of puff after 50mph but was pretty rapid getting up to that. The low down grunt was seriously impressive, I was genuinely surprised and enjoyed it a hell of a lot more than I thought I would. No it's not fast, it's not got a high speed or anything fancy but for a basic, simple commuter bike which weighs as much as a paperclip and makes me smile as much as it did whilst getting 100mpg I thoroughly enjoyed it.
I know this is small fodder to you guys but for me, to have had my passion on the back burner for so long, only to have that barrier broken down after all those years and see the possibilities in front of me has made me quite possibly the most excited 32 year old on the face of the earth.
I'm trying to decide between a CBF125 or YBR125 for commuting
moment when you're let loose on a 125, then a few months later another bigger 
