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On the subject of names. When I was in the RAF I got to the rank of Sergeant. So I became Sergeant Sargeant.
Every so often I had to do the duty of Orderly Sergeant. If anyone telephoned whom I knew then my first words were "Hello, this is Sergeant Sargeant the Orderly Sergeant"
On the subject of names. When I was in the RAF I got to the rank of Sergeant. So I became Sergeant Sargeant.
Every so often I had to do the duty of Orderly Sergeant. If anyone telephoned whom I knew then my first words were "Hello, this is Sergeant Sargeant the Orderly Sergeant"
I use that name on many forums after years of being into AJS and Matchless motor bikes.
Dave
I've had one British bike in my lifetime, and that was one too many. Norton Commando 828. Dangerous beast. I swear, it tried to kill me. Sold it so I could get Married. Traded one for another, you know....
Never had a Norton. A friend of mine has got a nice cafe racer -Dommie featherbed.
I've still got my skid lid and boots etc. in case one day I get "the urge"
Got a Bonnevile tank in the shed may be put it on Fleabay. Today I put some Ford bits on there and got over 50 watchers for Atlas rear axle - better than taking to the scrapppie.
Never had a Norton. A friend of mine has got a nice cafe racer -Dommie featherbed.
I've still got my skid lid and boots etc. in case one day I get "the urge"
Got a Bonnevile tank in the shed may be put it on Fleabay. Today I put some Ford bits on there and got over 50 watchers for Atlas rear axle - better than taking to the scrapppie.
Lovely bike, the Bonneville. I'd a friend in school who rode its competitor - BSA A10. Yet another death wish with handlebars. Too old for two wheels these days; four scare me enough sometimes.
When I came off 6 years ago, the road was dry and was slowing down coming up to a roundabout. Next thing I know the front wheel slips away and I'm on the deck. Think the front tyre must have picked up some diesel. I lost my confidence (and some pride) after that.
A few of us do ride outs during the summer. We get back, drop the bikes off and stroll to the pub. Coming back from the pub I tripped over a kerb on the stagger home, still wearing my full biking gear. Grazed my leg and shoulder badly and was bruised all top one side, took a week to get over the aches and pains, this was tripping over, god knows what I would feel like coming off a 50mph. The older you get the worse it is
so I do get up there now and again on Saturday nights and Sunday afternoons. The "cruise nights" generally bring out between 200 and 500 classic cars (and some of the nicest folks you've ever met, of course); the three main (organised) shows bring over a thousand cars these days - larger than Monterey / Pebble Beach, though certainly not of that calibre. Still a pleasant day out, and always some interesting stuff - a few London-to-Brighton era cars (now and then I'll take the D D-B, but it's not as fast as walking), an handful of Italian stallions, and countless '60s and '70s American ponycars. Always delightful to see classics out on the road where they belong, rather than under a biostatic cover, inside an environmentally-controlled, hermetically sealed garage.
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