My ex-wife asked one of my lads if he would go through some old photographs and scan them into a digital album. Here are a couple from the ones he sent me that I thought might raise a smile: As you can see my need to keep my bikes in better than showroom condition is nothing new. Anyone want to hazard a guess how old I was and what year they were taken ?
Judging by clothes I would say late 70's (78-79) for the first, and early 80's (83-84) for the second. Age I can never get right but I would guess as being born 1960-62.
Not sure of the years, although the second one makes you look like Martin Fry. Anyway, the important thing is they now belong to me and Mr Adobe...
Just realised that they were both before they had Tarmac roads in Four Oaks too. So that could be anytime up too the year before last.
You're all about the barnet, aren't you David! Hahahahahahahahahahahaha! CASUAL! Lol! Lol! LOL with an extra side order of laughter! LOL!
Not a bad guess some of you. First 1980 (17) the perm was the result of a lost bet with my old mate Richard. Second 1983 (20) I think. Here’s the others of the 900:
Sod the bikes , David! Let's see some more farrah slacks and sensible shoes! Gwan!!!!! I can't stop laughing. My family think I've lost it.
I will have you know that Farrah’s where the pinnacle of fashion back in the day, at least that’s what I think I was told, but it was hard to hear what anyone said over the racket that exhaust made. Yes your right Ken, it doesn’t look very nice. I know I swopped the OE for a Dunstall on the 400/4 but for the life of me I can’t remember what make that pencil thin one on the 900 was.
Lol. My mother used to go potty about what next door would think every time I started the 400/4 with the Dunstall....so I took the baffle out. I think it was about that time that she gave up with me. Or was it when Richard and I started to muck about making homemade fireworks and took all the windows out of my dad’s shed. Now that was a big noise I can tell you. Our ears where ringing for days and it had nothing to do with the major bollocking we had to endure.
I drilled holes in the back plate of the can 'to let more noise out'. Mother reckoned she could lie in bed and hear every corner and gear change on my way home at night.
Bet you built up some serious static with those Farrahs, David. Did you have to carry an earth rod around with you in case you had to go near any sensitive electrical equipment? Hahahahahahhahahahahahahahhahahahahahhahahahahahhahahahahha! I can't stop laughing. 'Knowing me knowing you...
