It was my mother what got me into bikes.When I left school at 16 and got a job she said ''you'll need a motorbike to go to work and nightschool'' She'd look in the paper and say ''hey,what about this one,a Puch scooter,let's go an have a look'' so we'd go in her Mini to check out a bike I couldn't even ride.But one day she found out my cousin was going to sell the Bantam he had used when he started his sailmaking apprenticship.He dropped it around and away I went - I've been into bikes ever since.My mother never gave me grief about all my bikes and parts,took me to bike shops to pick up parts,didn't bleat on about my new found friends who rode bikes - once after a bad accident they all came around home to see how I was...they asked her for newspapers to put down so they could walk on the carpet and sit on the couch...she thought they were good mates to be that concerned about me....and they were.Even at the end of her days she might ask...''whatever happened to the ***** you had,I've always wondered if whoever got it had as much fun from it as you did''
Thanks Mum,you put me on the right road.
In and out of jobs, running free
Waging war with society
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