Post by Matt James on Apr 16, 2009 16:57:30 GMT
o you remember how we spotted each other in the dark ? - By the showers of sparks from the leg shields lighting up the night air.
Then there were the practical jokes, how we undid the three screws on the timing cover to make our mates engines run backwards.
One day someone swapped over the clutch and brake cables on my bike outside the office, as usual I jumped on started up and pulled on the
clutch lever ( which unbeknown to me now very loosely operated the front brake) revved up on the stand at right angles to the kerb plonked it in gear and promptly sailed straight off the stand into a cart load of flowers belonging to a flower seller called Joyce outside Upper Tooting TDO. So can I claim a Bantam wheely
I never did find the culprit.
Finally another memory, I had overtook a line of cars at Tooting Broadway traffic lights, there I was between the stop line and the traffic island waiting for the green light to change, When it did I was away like a horizontally launched moon rocket only to hear a squeal from behind. Looking back I had a ladies summer dress flying from my right pannier, there was a rather red faced young lady standing on the island in her bra , panties and stocking tops (remember them?) just as the crowds were coming out of the tube station.
Ooops,
Maurice nunn
Then there were the practical jokes, how we undid the three screws on the timing cover to make our mates engines run backwards.
One day someone swapped over the clutch and brake cables on my bike outside the office, as usual I jumped on started up and pulled on the
clutch lever ( which unbeknown to me now very loosely operated the front brake) revved up on the stand at right angles to the kerb plonked it in gear and promptly sailed straight off the stand into a cart load of flowers belonging to a flower seller called Joyce outside Upper Tooting TDO. So can I claim a Bantam wheely
I never did find the culprit.
Finally another memory, I had overtook a line of cars at Tooting Broadway traffic lights, there I was between the stop line and the traffic island waiting for the green light to change, When it did I was away like a horizontally launched moon rocket only to hear a squeal from behind. Looking back I had a ladies summer dress flying from my right pannier, there was a rather red faced young lady standing on the island in her bra , panties and stocking tops (remember them?) just as the crowds were coming out of the tube station.
Ooops,
Maurice nunn