I can see why the guy wanted her back. She's a beaut.
My first proper boyfriend had an old 380 and we spent every Sunday making her gleam. I'll never forget when he decided to clean the baffles. We were Stig of the Dump!!!
Ah my old biology teacher had an MZ. Weird shaped tank I remember! He always came into school on it and one day he forgot his shoes. He had to borrow Mr Goodie's gutties! Come on it was funny...
I don't know. I never called them that but I know people who did. My dad called them mutton dummies!!! What????
From The Urban Dictionary.
guttiesNorthern Ireland; cheap trainers your mother forced upon you when you were young, ONLY used for PE. Would've been a source of embarassment but everybodies mum bought them. Made from canvass and vulcanised rubberyou - "But Mum I don't want gutties, I want proper trainers" Mum - "Proper trainers'll cost £15! You'll make do with gutties"by StuartK June 28, 2005
P.P. thereby hangs a tale. One of my men at ICI had a Bantam, he was six feet four weighed eighteen stone of muscle and rode that BSA Bantam winter and summer. Picture a person on a Unicycle, all we could see from the back was nothing of the bike apart from a wheel emanating from his bottom and we wondered how that skinny thing managed to hold him up at all, it never let him down he was never late or absent even in the worst of weather, that says something about those Bantams.
I was moonlighting trying to save up for a Vincent I knew was for sale, went in one day and Joan smiling, "how is the bike fund going" "oh oh" Joan never asked for much but when she did it was needed, OK sweetheart what is the problem says I, "well says she, we are going to need a bigger car, you have around six months" "right Darling" after the hugs and kisses end of dreams end of Hillman small car and in with Vauxhall Estate. I changed the BSA Gold Star for an AJS which stood me in good stead for seven years. Those were the days "J" happy memories never leave you.
My mum tells a story Frank of one sunny Sunday when they were away up the coast...flying as usual. (my dad tended to bring his circus skills to the road ) Suddenly the bike slammed almost to a halt and my mum thought there was going to be an accident or they were going to hit something. On asking what was the matter she was told "if anything happens to us that child's an orphan". The bike was gone and the 444 Wolesley was purchased within a week. Happy days indeed.
You put pictures in my head I'd rather forget. A girl I worked with rode a Honda Melody. Poor thing never stood a chance!!!
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Back when I was "that age" this was my dream bike. I loved the balanced look of it. Look at the wee tiny back tyre!
PP, here is our old one!
The Bandit:
Last, but not least, our beloved Harley:
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I can see why the guy wanted her back. She's a beaut.
My first proper boyfriend had an old 380 and we spent every Sunday making her gleam. I'll never forget when he decided to clean the baffles. We were Stig of the Dump!!!
Ah my old biology teacher had an MZ. Weird shaped tank I remember! He always came into school on it and one day he forgot his shoes. He had to borrow Mr Goodie's gutties!
Come on it was funny...
A suit and gown and gutties......we laughed.
We were 13!!!
White canvas gym shoes!
I don't know. I never called them that but I know people who did. My dad called them mutton dummies!!! What????
From The Urban Dictionary.
guttiesNorthern Ireland; cheap trainers your mother forced upon you when you were young, ONLY used for PE. Would've been a source of embarassment but everybodies mum bought them. Made from canvass and vulcanised rubberyou - "But Mum I don't want gutties, I want proper trainers"
Mum - "Proper trainers'll cost £15! You'll make do with gutties"by StuartK June 28, 2005
mutton dummiesbelfast slang for a pair of slippers dated c1950hes wearing his mutton dummies#slippers #shoes #belfast #slang #dummysby Victor Luney February 05, 2007
Gutta percha is the green stretchy stuff florists use to tape bouquets together.
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My Edinburghian chum talks about baffies. Don't know what a pokie is though.
My dad always said" information is easily carried"
P.P. thereby hangs a tale. One of my men at ICI had a Bantam, he was six feet four weighed eighteen stone of muscle and rode that BSA Bantam winter and summer. Picture a person on a Unicycle, all we could see from the back was nothing of the bike apart from a wheel emanating from his bottom and we wondered how that skinny thing managed to hold him up at all, it never let him down he was never late or absent even in the worst of weather, that says something about those Bantams.
I was moonlighting trying to save up for a Vincent I knew was for sale, went in one day and Joan smiling, "how is the bike fund going" "oh oh" Joan never asked for much but when she did it was needed, OK sweetheart what is the problem says I, "well says she, we are going to need a bigger car, you have around six months" "right Darling" after the hugs and kisses end of dreams end of Hillman small car and in with Vauxhall Estate. I changed the BSA Gold Star for an AJS which stood me in good stead for seven years. Those were the days "J" happy memories never leave you.
Frank.
My mum tells a story Frank of one sunny Sunday when they were away up the coast...flying as usual. (my dad tended to bring his circus skills to the road
) Suddenly the bike slammed almost to a halt and my mum thought there was going to be an accident or they were going to hit something. On asking what was the matter she was told "if anything happens to us that child's an orphan". The bike was gone and the 444 Wolesley was purchased within a week. Happy days indeed.
You put pictures in my head I'd rather forget. A girl I worked with rode a Honda Melody.
Poor thing never stood a chance!!!
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