Yes, my older brother had one as well. He always advised me never to get one, as going out on it meant that you were encumbered by a crash helmet, and couldn't pick up girls in clubs. To do that, you'd have to have two crash helmets with you. He advised that I wait until I had saved up enough to get a car, and that would solve the girls issue.
So I did, but for all the good it did me, I might as well have carried three crash helmets around with me.
Sam - mine was just transport while still at school, then I moved to motorbikes, but the crash helmet issue didn't go away of course. Maybe you could have combined crash helmets with the car to give a racy impression.
My dear fellows. On my motorbike I had a locking box for my helmet and I always carried a couple of silk handkerchiefs so that they could protect a damsel's hair while she wore my helmet, suitably adjusted.
When I left school in 1965, a friend and I went over to Belgium on the Lambretta 125cc LD, and we had a fabulous time for two weeks...
I still owe my dear sister £30.00 for it as she'd used it for years before I took it over! Torsion bar suspension, fabulous acceleration and a heart the size of an elephant's!
dearieme - my word, that was a courtly approach to the ladies. I only recall a few pillion passenger occasions but can't remember how it was done.
Scrobs - that must have been quite an adventure at that age. I didn't go far on mine, bought it off a cousin but one of the side panels had a tendency to fall off.
dearieme - I wouldn't go that far on a scooter, although I once travelled from Derby to Kilchoan in Ardnamurchan on my motorbike, which was much more comfortable than the scooter. I don't remember much about it though, apart from a hand-pumped petrol station and the long, winding road through Ardnamurchan.
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Yes, my older brother had one as well. He always advised me never to get one, as going out on it meant that you were encumbered by a crash helmet, and couldn't pick up girls in clubs. To do that, you'd have to have two crash helmets with you. He advised that I wait until I had saved up enough to get a car, and that would solve the girls issue.
ReplyDeleteSo I did, but for all the good it did me, I might as well have carried three crash helmets around with me.
Sam - mine was just transport while still at school, then I moved to motorbikes, but the crash helmet issue didn't go away of course. Maybe you could have combined crash helmets with the car to give a racy impression.
ReplyDeleteMy dear fellows. On my motorbike I had a locking box for my helmet and I always carried a couple of silk handkerchiefs so that they could protect a damsel's hair while she wore my helmet, suitably adjusted.
ReplyDeleteA verray, parfit gentil knyght of the road, eh?
Lovely machines!
ReplyDeleteWhen I left school in 1965, a friend and I went over to Belgium on the Lambretta 125cc LD, and we had a fabulous time for two weeks...
I still owe my dear sister £30.00 for it as she'd used it for years before I took it over! Torsion bar suspension, fabulous acceleration and a heart the size of an elephant's!
I wish I had it here now...
dearieme - my word, that was a courtly approach to the ladies. I only recall a few pillion passenger occasions but can't remember how it was done.
ReplyDeleteScrobs - that must have been quite an adventure at that age. I didn't go far on mine, bought it off a cousin but one of the side panels had a tendency to fall off.
My longest single trip was from the border near Carlisle to Aberdeen. Bum weary at the end of it, I'll tell you.
ReplyDeletedearieme - I wouldn't go that far on a scooter, although I once travelled from Derby to Kilchoan in Ardnamurchan on my motorbike, which was much more comfortable than the scooter. I don't remember much about it though, apart from a hand-pumped petrol station and the long, winding road through Ardnamurchan.
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