davet wrote:First scooter was a 1974 primavera bought for £75 with my Saturday job money from the drummer of a local Liverpool Mod band ‘The Sound’. It had the biggest ever windscreen with ‘The Sound’ in massive letters across it.
I rode it around for a week until someone said to me “how much is your insurance?” Eh? I was that naive.
Nobody told me how to ride it and when I slammed it from 4th straight to 1st.. I broke 1st gear and bent 3rd and 4th. My dad who was an aerospace engineer said it was impossible to bend gears, but I managed it. New gears (still naive) cost me three weeks wages.
I bought a manual and decided to do it myself, in my bedroom. Problem was I didn’t read the part which said to drain the gearbox oil. I managed to hide the stain with a strategically placed wardrobe for 10 years until my parents moved out.
It got ragged everywhere. It was black, then green, then grey primer, then bright blue. It had every piece of chromework you could think of, it all came off after a gang of bikers caught me and took some souvenirs (The 9ft high whip aerials).
I loved it and hated it in equal measures. I broke the engine casing when I hit it with a lump hammer to try to dislodge the clutch tab washer which had dropped into the engine. I repaired it with a bicycle puncture repair kit. Sure enough it leaked like the Torry Canyon, everywhere!
In the end it went in a skip, to make way for a brand new P125x, £325 from Nikspeed in Liverpool.
First car was a Bond Bug, bought from a work colleague of my dad for £275. He was all for it because it took me away from scooters. Ha, fooled him. I used it to follow scooter racing for two years. I used the money from scooter racing photos to buy a race scooter. Guess what soon got a tow bar and took my race scooter to race meetings? The now modified Bond Bug. Then it was Hammerite Gold and black, had a ported cylinder head, cherry bomb exhaust and Vauxhall Viva zenith carb. It holds the lap record for a 3 wheeler in the dark, around Lydden Hill (In the good old days when you could).
I loved and hated that machine too. It was heat seized on the way back from Flookborough (Scooter racing). It was nearly on its roof twice, it had two engines and gearboxes, three front axles and spark plug number three was rammed in (read cross threaded) with a ratchet wrench extended with a scaffold pole. I did 80 thousand miles in three years. I taught Pugwash to drive in it, trapped his fingers in the roof. He got me back by scalding my legs with his nuclear hot coffee and tried to kill me in it on the way to Mallory park. We even slept in it on our first visit to Lydden. We drove up to the Leeds Central Christmas do during a snow storm, in sleeping bags, both of us.
I sold it to a lad who worked up a Welsh mountain and if he’s reading this, I’m sorry about the spark plug and the stripped wheel nuts and the leaking master cylinder.