Enjoyed that, Ted. Thanks.
In 1965 a mate went with me to Coniston and we took our Honda C90`s up an unmade track - up Coniston Old Man, near the slate quarry.
We had to run alongside the bikes at one point as they didn`t have
enough power even in first gear.
The `highlight` of the adventure was meeting a verbally aggressive group of middle aged ramblers - you know - strutting along with great self importance and using ski poles in that rigid robot manner, to walk with.
They had been walking since dawn and were gasping with delight in the rarified air gripping little Wainright books and looking at wild daffodils covered in silver dew.
Suddenly we appeared emitting smoke and ground them to dust - while shouting yippeee!
You`re only 16 once ;-)
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