This isn't my old man, but it is one of his mates. No cage, open-faced helmet, on a horse track with just a three wire fence (at neck height) to stop them if they get it wrong. No clutch and no way to pull them out of gear if the throttle sticks open. And best of all the guy is in his eighties.

And both of my grandfathers died of heart attacks. Weak.

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