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Anyhoo, he mentioned something that made my ears prick up this time around. Apparently I'm related to this fella...
![Image](http://i201.photobucket.com/albums/aa23/Itchy_UK/JamesCowton23Mar2014.jpg)
It's a fairly loose relation, 2nd cousin at best I think. We don't know each other, until my Dad mentioned it I wasn't even aware of his existence, but then it got me thinking.
That guy's a biker.
I'm a biker.
Even my Dad was a biker in his day...
![Image](http://i201.photobucket.com/albums/aa23/Itchy_UK/daytona600%20links/Photo4.jpg)
We're all related but have all gone about biking without knowing the other's involvement as such. My dad didn't show me that pic until I'd got my Daytona back in 2008/9. I thought his only bike up until that point was a C90 when I was very young!
So I was wondering, is there something in our genetic make-up that attracts us to biking? Are we destined to follow the paths of our ancestors? Or is it all a big coincidence?