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1958 – TRANSPORT

My first motorbike was one of these – a 1947 125cc Royal Enfield with a gear lever on the petrol tank. It had died and probably been buried a few years before I got it because it broke down all the time. My girlfriends hated it because with two people on it, it was slower than walking and they were always complaining about getting engine oil on their clothes. In the end I had to sell it to pay for its repairs when it broke down in Brighton.

My second and third motorbikes were little better – tired old 125cc BSA Bantams that the Post Office had worn out delivering telegrams. All my early motorbikes had two things in common – they were cheap and unreliable. But then, I suppose I was too.