Onit! Fagan Jnr looks to have inherited all his skills from his mother!
Irecall dancing down the hospital ward with unbridled ecstasy on being told my first-born was a boy. Visions of riding bikes, father/son tyre shredding sessions, and mutual fist-pumping on clocking fit grid girls had already entered my brain. And now, as my eldest son approaches the grand old age of six years old, his motorcycling `career' is already being thought about seriously.
Growing up in the BSB paddock and watching me wobble round from the age of six months, he soon contracted that infectious motorcycling affliction that grips many but he has already chosen motocross as his preferred two-wheeled sport, perhaps not aided by crashing heavily on a minimoto already that's my boy! And he's riding the very same PW50 that I used at his age.