
Originally Posted by
peasea
I must admit, very little fell my Trumpy but you're right about the theft aspect. Chains galore, dogs, padlocks, geez. I even used to keep a close eye on the rear view mirror on the way home just to make sure I wasn't being followed. Paranoia, grrr. Good times though and I'm still in touch with a few of the old crew, we had a bit of a reunion at Easter in Wgtn, that was humour. Grey hair and big tums...
Mine was getting reliable when I had my big off, but it took a lot of work to get it there. And yeah, I got followed a couple of times so just kept on riding until they got sick of following me. One of the criteria to any flat was getting the bike into the house - and the lounge wasn't enough, it had to be my bedroom and the first thing you did was drill a couple of holes in the floor and loop a chain through them so your bike was chained to the floor.
You're right though, they were good times. Owning a bike, especially a Brit meant something in those days and while there were pubs I'd never go to, there were a few pubs that were always guaranteed a friendly welcome and the parties were always good. I don't know where any of the old crew are these days, wouldn't mind catching up, but that was a long time ago.
Don't blame me, I voted Green.
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