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Musuko - you have absolutely no idea what life was like growing up in a pit village in the 60's and 70's. While I was building my bike, a fair number of the adults in the area would drop by and offer advice, lend me tools, show me how to set the gap on a spark-plug and, quite often to stand there shaking their heads and telling me:

"You'll never get this bugger to run"

If you'd read the story properly, you should have picked up that I'd *just* got this bike running. What did you expect me to do - ask an adult to take it for a spin for me?

Also, the death defying speed I got up to couldn't have exceeded 10 miles an hour - it was my first time on a bike.

In those days we made our own entertainment. Honestly. I used to collect and strip down almost any piece of equipment I could get my hands on to see:

A) - How it worked
and
B) See if I could fix it.

I stripped down and rebuilt TV's, radios, electric fires - in fact anything I could scavenge. That's why today I'm happy repairing almost anything I come across.

Different times back then.

The real reason the coppers nicked me wasn't because I was being dangerous, it wasn't because I'd broken the law - it was because I'd talked back to them. In our words "set my neck out".

And 'tother twat who obviously doesn't believe the story -

"Can you stretch your knob to touch your arse-hole? - Then go fuck yourself!"

Trust me - if I was going to make something up, I'd make it a bit more interesting

Cheers
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Sun 6 Jan 2008, 1:03, Reply)