Not very often you can transport yourself back in time but I achieved that last night. Played Terry by Twinkle on Youtube and for a few minutes it really was as if I were back with my mates in the early 60’s. Those were the days, excellent music, good bikes, camaraderie, little traffic, better morals and lower crime than today. Riding out in a group of 15 to 20 from one of the ‘caffs’ to a favourite destination out of town (on the limit the whole way) was great. Police never bothered us, seemed they didn’t care though they could easily have caught us with their cars, especially the 3.4 Jags. And then there was the incentive to keep your bike in top form, as the fastest rider invariably had the pick of the unattached girls in the group - and some were quite tasty. Nothing like being gripped tight by a bird whilst riding fast. Not to mention the kiss and cuddle – and hopefully a bit more – when we reached our destination. It helped that at the time I was working in the tool room of a local engineering firm, where I could re-profile cams and generally tune my bikes. This love of engineering, fast riding (and the females around the motorcycle scene) led me into hill-climbing, sprinting, scrambles and, after a couple of years, sand racing. But by that time the rocker era was coming to a close. Best days of my life and how I miss them.
