I remember once pulling up and watching my mates jaws drop. I had just dropped off one of my mates off home who had to work early the next day , so i told the rest of my biker mates i would meet them at our local burger stand after i dropped him off ( he never had a bike as he suffered from fits ) I dropped him off and put my spare lid that he had been using on my elbow . As im coming down this little lane towards the burger bar i see this girl in a mini skirt walking on her own on the side of the road. It was dark by now and it wasnt an ideal place to be walking so i stopped and asked her if she was ok and if she wanted a lift as its a dangerous place to be walking. To my surprise she says yes thanks and jumped on!!! I couldnt beleve it...... She didnt bat an eye lid. I gave her my spare lid and off we went she never said where too or why she was there so i took her to the burger bar to show off my prize. Well.....as i pulled in i see about a dozen lads standing with burgers in hand and mouths open with no movement It turned out she has had a barney with her boyfriend and she made him stop the car and she got out. And the arshole boyfriend drove off. So she started walking . A fine girl she was too a great night was had by all in the end. I was talk of the burger bar for weeks after. She came with me a few times after ( on the bike i mean) before she ended up going off to university and we lost contact. I was just in the right place at the right time . Lucky me . I can still see the dropped jaws of my mates as i pulled in with a pair of long legs either side of me , it must of looked a site
On a sad note , the same girl i heared a few years later was killed crossing the road from a pub near where i used to live in Essex. Very sad
I'm just trying to work out which could have been more dangerous, walking down a dark street on her own or getting on the back of a biker she didn't know, not knowing what speed or where she might finish up. Gutsy chick, and probably a big FU to the boyfriend. Bet your mates were well impressed, bit like the Fonz pulling up.
Tis true, i was shocked when she got on . I thought the same. She must have been so angry at him she wasnt thinking streight. Maybe it was my good looks and charm
Actually i did ask her why she got on, and she said she just wanted to get away from where she was as her boyfriend was a nutter. I said "and you tell me now !!"
i have been trying to remember the poor girls name......i cant think what it was .....i can picture her face but her name has left me. Very sad ending ....RIP and thanks for the memories x
Few pics I have just dug out of the archives of some of the bikes I owned and rode back in the day. More to follow when I can find them. Yamaha XS500 BSA M32 Norton Dominator 600 SS BMW R80T
So I am led to believe, wonder how it would stand up against modern sports bikes now. In its day it was a weapon and certainly hit the adrenaline spot, would scare the crap outta me now!
1985, Mohawk, Li 150 Lambretta, bleached jeans, Ranger boots, Combat jacket (with Wrecking Crew badge) and a motocross helmet!!!. just about sums that time up for me...
Nice picture. Typical mid '80's scooter boy style. I was also doing the national scooter rallies at that time (actually, I'm still doing the national rallies)
Cheap as chips GT750 rattle can painted XJ600 nice enough Outgrew it and got FZR600R Out with the rattle cans again absolutely loved this bike oops only had one of those CBR1000F now we're talking oooh yeah! CBR900RR Fireblade The naughty one with 16incher front wheel loads of fun first generation fazer thou Pound for pound the best bike I've ever owned How did I end up on a speedmaster???? I'm loving it though
Me with 8 getting hooked on two and four-wheeled vehicles: First ride with an engine... Malaguti Fifty HF 1989 My first real motorcycle, a Honda Clubman... And this pic, you might know already: my uncle on my dad's Horex Regina 350 early 50ies...
Yeah! Just imagine: my uncle is a barber! Shouldn't he have known better? I do not fancy the style of the 70ies too much... Funny thing is: I live in the same house again... This pic shows exactly the same spot 44 years later... Oh and the house you see on the pic is not the living quarters, but the washkitchen. Place was erected in 1927
