tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543011315858879643.post1813990852964443101..comments2024-03-20T19:10:02.481+00:00Comments on The Foggy Mirror: And Then, A Bike...Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07748642117191968075noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543011315858879643.post-55958302124006278372016-09-19T16:04:40.177+01:002016-09-19T16:04:40.177+01:00Caratacus,
I never owned a bike myself but rememb...Caratacus,<br /><br />I never owned a bike myself but remember well the Sunday afternoons spent roaming round the town with friends admiring the big beasts with those would-be biker friends salivating over the Square Fours and Bonnevilles. Then they’d go off to check out the Bantam in the showroom window - the leg-up bike they were frantically saving up for.<br />Ah, those ‘heady’ days when a Machttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07748642117191968075noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543011315858879643.post-73404859203434664702016-09-18T20:43:17.668+01:002016-09-18T20:43:17.668+01:00Lolled - as they say, out loud - at the Harley quo...Lolled - as they say, out loud - at the Harley quote. And you've brought back memories of Blaster Bates on his motorbike in his early days where considerate gamekeepers would collect the various bits that rattled off his Triumph as he throbbed his way down to the manor house to blow up a few tree stumps and give them back the next time he visited. And, of course, the ever revered Ogri who Caratacushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03676339602955090535noreply@blogger.com