After the rebore I had a month to clean it before I was 16. I bet I did a few miles up and down our short drive before I could hit the open road.
MAY 15th 1975, I was up real early, and yes the sun was shiney. and with my plagy L plates tied on I was away. I never returned till way after dark and my mum said she had been worried all day and I should have let her know i was ok and bla bla you know the routine.
Like most of you lot that day opened up the big world for me, the wheels hardley stoped turning. Dad was a sencible motorcyclist and gave me a reflective showerproof jump suit which I agreed to use but once round the corner out of sight, that was off and the denim jacket and platform shoes came out of the topbox. and I would be off up the road humming T rex into my Kangol helmet.
I know a lot of you have seen this only remaining pic of me with my candy ss. but I will post it again because now you are part of the story. and the pic of me thirty odd years later.. well what modle fizz did you think I would choose thanks for reading.. hmmm, feel a bit better now