I bought one of these "Thumper" XT500 Yamahas in the mid 70s when they first came out.A 500cc single,very simple,just an engine with a wheel at each end.
I used it for roaming around the country lanes and the blat of the big single cylinder engine doing its stuff was always a pleasure,the speed quite adequate for any type of road.The only fly in the ointment was the too small a tank so one was perpetually looking for petrol stations. I ran it for a year or two then changed it for an SR 500.Same engine but in road bike form.Big mistake ,the SR was without character and not a patch on the XT and as a road bike not as good as the old Velocette Venom I used to own in the sixties,neither one thing or the other.I sold it and went over to rather boring multis. Many years later I again got the urge for a bit of single riding and bought a 500cc Indian Enfield Bullet...Least said the better.
Sunday, 31 May 2009
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Friday, 29 May 2009
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Wednesday, 27 May 2009
Tuesday, 26 May 2009
How it was when I took my test,how it you were supposed to change down,brake, steer and give your handsignal all at the same time without running down a policeman was never fully explained.
I passed mainly because a man fell off a bus in front of me and I did a proper emergency stop without killing him. Got every thing else wrong though...
Monday, 25 May 2009
Trumps Mill Virginia Waters where I was born in the 30s Some of the rooms you could ride a bike in so my sister told me.I was too young to remember and we left when I was four.
Sunday, 24 May 2009
Friday, 22 May 2009
Thursday, 21 May 2009
One of my first cartoons,published by the Daily Express in 1955 during a national rail strike. Due to me messing about I gave up cartooning after about five years and did dispatch riding which was more fun then gravitated into a very bad antique dealer with a shop (The Saturday Shop) in the Portobello Market.
Bottom left hand corner.Taken in the mid 30s. I dont remember this photo being taken but I do remember the tent,the smell of grass inside,the diffused light and being told it was the latest and best tent as it had a flysheet.My crazy parents let us sleep in it out in the garden during the battle of Britain and waking up to the sound of dogfights overhead.