It is 1958 and a young man sits nonchalantly on his first motorcycle. A 1956 BSA Bantam 150cc which I bought after a financially costly experience with an ancient 1934 Ford 8, when learners were allowed to drive unaccompanied due to the Suez Crisis. My mother had said, ‘Don't buy a motorcycle, get a little car, they're safer’. But it was hell on a National Service squaddie's meagre pocket.
At this time I was doing army service and went to the local dealers with a knowledgeable mate to choose. I bought it and the next week went with the same mate to get it. We rode back tohelmets were not yet compulsory, so hearing was easy.
