One day to remember
It was 1976 and I was 12 years old and had owned my Honda XR75 for four years. My sister Sue had her Honda MR50 and my father John was a happy engineer (well, as happy as motor engineers get) as he had not only a Vincent Series C Rapide but had finally secured a stunning blue and silver Velocette Thruxton which he had been after for some years.
It was also a special year because finally in my young life the international stars of motorcycle racing were coming to race
