Malcolm Uphill
MALCOLM UPHILL STUMBLED INTO BIKING almost out of curiosity. At just 15 he borrowed his dad’s 250 BSA and went for a ride, just to see what it was all about. He enjoyed this new found freedom so much that it was getting dark when he was almost home and the local bobby stopped him and asked where he was going. “On my way home, round the corner,” he explained and the arm of the law told him to move on, without checking his licence or any other details. Beginner’s luck, they call it.
The same innocent Beesa taught him some basic engineering when that curious streak came out again and he took the timing cover off to see what was inside. He wasn’t expecting anything to fall out, but a small cascade of gears hit the floor and Malcolm had to get them back in and the engine running before Dad got up and went off to his nightshift. An urgent call for help from a
