TEENAGE DREAMS
Apr 02, 2022
5 minutes
Photos by Robert Finan
Think way back to 1972; wavy lines on the TV. I turned sixteen and my thoughts drifted to a motorised bicycle... better known as a motorbike. When I confronted my parents with the idea of getting a motorbike, they threw their arms up in horror. What was this apparition that had replaced their son? In their eyes, only bad boys rode motorbikes. Why couldn’t I buy a nice scooter instead?
The weekend beckoned and the bold one went in search of his dream bike. I got the train up to Glasgow and went in search of dealers. Back in the 1970s the place for bikes was Great Western Road. In the space of a few hundred yards you had the choice of several manufacturers’ wares from Britain, Italy and Japan.
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