HONDA CB750 RealClassic
The first part of my motorcycling life came to a violent end one Saturday morning in February 1977, on the Newcastle Road out of Market Drayton in Shropshire. I was riding my Suzuki GT500A and had just crossed the road bridge over the Shropshire Union canal. I was taken by surprise as a yellow Ford Capri towing a boat trailer emerged from my left while attempting to complete a right turn.
Even today, almost 45 years later, I can still see the driver’s face as he came to a stop in the middle of the road… just before I hit him plumb-bob centre. I remember well seeing my Suzuki’s fuel tank fly up in the air while I was also airborne, traversing the roof. I was very, very lucky and only sustained bruises.
Shortly after the demise of the Suzuki I broke up with my girlfriend in the worst possible way. I was desolate. What I should have done was to brush myself down and go straight out and buy a brand new Yamaha RD400. Did I do that? No, of course not. Instead I bought a 1968with rotten wood. Hence the summer of 1977 was a dreary, miserable one for me, driving around on L-plates.
