Join Date: Dec 2008
Location: Kirby Cane, Suffolk
My Motorhome: Hymer T625
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Im thinking of entering the next Tour de Yorkshire on a 1974 Rayleigh Chopper called Team Black Pudding. I was sh1t hot on me chopper when I was a kid. It was the 70's and Evil Knievel was every kids hero. We would make a ramp and make other little kids lie down behind it and jump over them. I think I could do ten eight year olds easy and I only ended up in casualty when someone added a dog on the end which moved at the last minute.
Bet those blokes on those racers couldnt do that.
My younger son thought he was that good too. End result he gashed his chest open across the nipple. Got a message at work. Go home now your son has gashed his chest open. Heart pumping 25km drive in the rush hour traffic. Arrive home and there's the young lad, eyes as wide as a nagapie, sitting on the couch with a hand towel tied around him. (Thank goodness for an older boy scout brother with a first aid badge). Need to go to outpatients but you have to take your own doctor. Of course he was nowhere to be found and no mobiles in those days. His kindly wife eventually sent him to meet me at the hospital. Towel off in the theatre. Skin broken through all layers and ribs showing. 14 stitches and on the mend. I never forget that visit there was another boy in emergency who had fallen backwards down a cliff in their garden and he died of head injuries. Shattered but thankful we were able to go home. Barry, whatever you do don't do it!
"When I was 17 the boys used to call me "Coke-bottle-legs". Fifty years later, they are still like Coke bottles. Sadly, the 2 litre version!"