When I was in my late teens I was given a lady’s motorbike by my father. He soon regretted buying it as it went at a pretty good pace! He had been told it was such a small engine that it would only just chug chug along at a snails pace!
Any way, I loved my bike and whizzed all over the place with it, though a lot of the time I seemed to be cleaning the plugs!
One day I had been playing tennis with friends and was on my way home, and was following a large lorry which had a long plank of wood sticking out of the back of it without the obligatory flag at it’s end, and of course with my mind full of other things I had to run right into it . I was thrown off my bike into the road, and luckily the road was devoid of traffic. It all happened outside a pub called The Queen’s Head, and a whole lot of people who were enjoying themselves rushed out and picked me up and carried me into the pub and plied me with brandy for shock! I phoned my father who came and picked the bike and myself up ,but not too soon as I was thoroughly enjoying myself!
I had never been it that pub before but it soon became a favourite watering hole!
As for the bike my father soon persuaded me that it was too fast for me to handle.
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I really liked reading about your bike and how enjoyable it must have been to use it to get around. Also very glad that it lead to finding a great place to have a friendly drink. The only sad part was having to give up your bike, even though I understand it was over concern for your safety - it still seems sad.
Veronica
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