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- MG4
Did you never have the bits of stiff cardboard (plastic from a washing up bottle ) sellotaped to the forks and click/clacking on the spokes ? as well as a dinger dong , mainly for " look at me " rather than pedestrian warning. Nice touch with the gloves though!
On my first motorbike ( 2 stroke AR 125 ) and on L plates we went to the 1984 TT , trying to get half way around the course just before the roads closed , my mates long gone. I cranked it into Braddon Bridge , a fast left / right ( 30 mph limit )a bit faster than the posted speed . Around a thousand people in the stands in the churchyard waiting for the races to start, a plastic sandwich bag floated through the air and got caught on the very end of the left hand bar. What a racket ! it sounded like I I'd blown the engine , certainly got the attention of the crowd , I could not get at it until after the bends as I did not want to take my hand off the grip. The next seven miles were done on closed roads with the bike near the redline ( absolute joy ) until being waved off by the police and marshals at Ballacraine. Strange how unrelated things trigger the memory.
On my first motorbike ( 2 stroke AR 125 ) and on L plates we went to the 1984 TT , trying to get half way around the course just before the roads closed , my mates long gone. I cranked it into Braddon Bridge , a fast left / right ( 30 mph limit )a bit faster than the posted speed . Around a thousand people in the stands in the churchyard waiting for the races to start, a plastic sandwich bag floated through the air and got caught on the very end of the left hand bar. What a racket ! it sounded like I I'd blown the engine , certainly got the attention of the crowd , I could not get at it until after the bends as I did not want to take my hand off the grip. The next seven miles were done on closed roads with the bike near the redline ( absolute joy ) until being waved off by the police and marshals at Ballacraine. Strange how unrelated things trigger the memory.