NIMA BINIAZ
DANIEL LINCOLN
Georgina Saville, 18,
Southampton
Revving the engine, my bike roared into life. Aged 16, I’d just got my provisional motorbike licence.
As soon as I was old enough, I’d begged my mum Stephanie, 48, to let me have one.
‘They’re too dangerous,’ she’d said – but, finally, she’d given in.
And now, whenever I wasn’t studying for my A-levels, I was out on my bike.
My boyfriend had one, too, and we’d go on rides along the coast with a group of biker pals.
In May last year, we planned to ride 60 miles to Weymouth.
This time, though, I left my bike at home, as it wasn’t cut out for long journeys.
‘I’ll just go on the back of yours,’ I told my boyfriend.
But,…
