In my youth I rode motorcycles. I had a Triumph Tiger 90, a 500c.c. single cylinder engine. One Sunday morning to see if I could get it over 85mph. I couldn't, It got into a speed wobble and spat me off. I had no injuries, apart from several wounds in my thigh caused by a spare Champion spark plug which I had in the pocket of my flying jacket.
When my older brother turned up to take me to hospital, he insisted I rode his Vincent Rapide, to hospital with him on the back. "To get your confidence back", he said.
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