The motorcycle kid
Back when I was a young 'un (ah, the heady days of '78), and all my buddies of said time were getting into the moped craze- let me explain, 50cc mopeds were not regulated to 30 mph like they are now, they could do whatever speed the manufacturers decided was safe in the hands of a 16 year old pubescent homicidal maniac, or "boy" as they are more commonly known- one of our friends decided the way of the Suzuki or Yamaha (FS1e, or Fizzy for the Yam, FA or FZ for the Suzi),was not the way of choice. Oh No. He decided that the best way to go was the Puch SDP Grand Prix (or big prick)(SDP stood for Steyr Daimler Puch), which looked like a normal bike/moped hybrid.See here: motorbike-search-engine.co.uk/classic_bikes/grand_prix_puch.jpg
Before I bore you with Bike specs, this was shitting fast, faster than a very fast thing, and was driven by what can only be referred to as a grade 1 nutter. And as for build quality- it sucked. The jap bikes were much more sturdy, and we said at many times that they were better. "Oh, but mine can rag the arse off that jap shit along Shanklin Seafront", pipes up the maniac. And tries to prove it every night thereon, down he comes round the corner, scraping his knee (in just jeans), full open, thrash the fuck, pissing past, arse in the air, going at least 60 mph.
This went on all summer long, until that fateful August night. The EF students were around, so all the boys were eyeing up the Swedish girlies, as they were much less inhibited, and goes past at a mighty speed goes our hero, full whack. As he does this, a throng (or "clunge") of students start to step out into the road, and the mad moped fiend has to slam on his brakes. The forks begin to dive- and then give up, and snap in half.
This is where our hero has his moment of "I wish I had listened to my friends about build quality", as he flies off of his bike, straight over the handlebars, and goes full chat at a bevy of nubile swedes. How he missed them, whilst screaming "GETOUTTATHEFUKINWAY", and making a swimming motion, I will never know. Faceplant, crump, thump, splat, he lands. Gets up after 5 seconds, with the " I meant to do that" look, berates said totty for stepping out onto the racetrack, and then has to suffer his so-called friends giving their full and frank opinion.
Which was, needless to say, "I told you they were shit".
( Duke Of Belmsford has got 99 records, but Jay-Z ain't one, Thu 17 Dec 2009, 22:25, 3 replies)

Isle of Wight lad eh?
I wonder if I know you. I'm the right age for unrestricted mopeds and EF girls.......

Oh, and I've escaped!
(Sammyhaswoefullyneglectedyou, Thu 17 Dec 2009, 22:39, closed)

Likewise escaped.
Am a denizen of the Southampton bit. Possibly, where did you hang around? And do you remember the Condom Tree at La Babalu? If it is Shanklin, I most possibly did.
( Duke Of Belmsford has got 99 records, but Jay-Z ain't one, Thu 17 Dec 2009, 22:57, closed)

I hope he pulled after being that hardcore.

( idonthaveafunnynickname Drink-Aware? Sure. I'm aware I want another drink., Fri 18 Dec 2009, 3:25, closed)