Passed my test at 17, in 1975 on a red Honda C90.
Took great pleasure in burning off purple Yamaha FS1Es on the bypass, whilst wearing my white, centurion open face helmet, cream bomber jacket with blue stripes from wrist to shoulder on the sleeves, blue suede beetle crushers and bottle green, high waist Oxford baggies, whose 32 inch bottoms flapped alarmingly in the 45mph breeze.
A ride on a mate's Kawasaki KH250 that handled like the frame was hinged in the middle, but ohhhhh that exhaust note, started a love affair with two-stroke triples.
Sooooo. by June 1976 I had one of these:

which I kept for two years until summer 1978 saw me on one of these:
Married in 1981 and by 1982 I'd sold the kettle.
Nothing after that until 1994, when one of these got me to college and back whilst I was teacher training.
Fugly as hell but utterly dependable, never missed a beat until a couple of lowlife scrotes nicked it from the back of the house, crashed it and abandoned it on some wasteland about a mile from the house. Me and Ant heaved it home, but my heart wasn't in biking after that, so it was sold to a guy, who did a lovely restoration job on it. I last saw it a couple of years ago, still going after thirty odd years.
Not had a bike since, but loved the experience of motorcycling and am glad it was a part of my life.

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