FIRST BIKES

Winter 1978 my father took me to a bike shop in Cirencester and we rode back on my new KE100 - I remember getting up at 6am the next morning and sitting in the stable where it was just staring at it waiting for daylight. My father put a line of poles up in a field and I did a triple figure 8 for the next xxx hours - there was snow on the ground but by dusk I had dug big muddy ruts into the ground. All I have left now is the owners manual [and a knucklehead].

The little yamaha 80 was Freds first bike which he got the following year, we still have that and all four of my brothers learnt on it. Rode it yesterday, very nice little bike.