RIDING life

s a child I was surrounded by my father’s motorbikes, but I had to wait until my 21 birthday for my first bike, a lovely 1966 BSA Bantam in blue. I went everywhere on it, including trips from home in Leamington Spa to the Welsh coast, a round trip of 300 miles. I can still can close my eyes and relive those rides. No helmet, shotgun case over my back and a cigarette in my mouth. The scenery was glorious, but garages then were few and far between so I had to be wary of running out of petrol. I did once and had to push the