Backstreet Heroes

Saw this in Dec’s issue - sigh…

Remember when Avon Roadrunners were good enough?
Remember when it didn’t matter what you rode as long as rode?
Remember when you never worked on your bike by yourself?
Remember when you always had a pint even when you didn’t have the money to buy one?
Remember when your crash helmet wasn’t a fashion statement?
Remember when the difference between a tourer and a sports bike was a seat and a pair of handlebars?
Remember when Triumphs marked their spot and kicked back to make you humble?
Remember when the difference between a road rider and road racer was one speeding ticket away?
Remember when bike shops didn’t like us because we made the place look untidy?
Remember when waterproofs came from a mate who worked at the council?
Remember when lager was piss and beer was very brown?
Remember riding in winter?
Remember girls with lumpy sweaters and doc martins?
Remember scary blokes with a dodgy eye and a Bonneville?
Remember great big jumpers?
Remember MAG runs, no helmets and being a little bit scared you were going to get nicked?
Remember riding back from seeing a band and not being able to lift your head off the tank because of headbanging?
Remember going to hospital to visit your mate with broken leg?
Remember getting thrown out the hospital for racing your mate with a broken leg in a wheelchair down the corridor?
Remember not buying a shaftie because you had a case of chain lube to use up?
Remember green-laning on your road bike because of course you did why not?
Remember not being served in pubs just because you rode a motorbike?
Remember fish and chips down the front of jacket on the way home from the only pub that served bikers?
Remember smearing Vaselene on your battery terminal and smirking about it?
Remember your lucky condom that you had in your wallet just in case you got lucky?
Remember not getting lucky?
Remember that mate who had a van and was the fourth emergency service?
Remember having a bookcase full of Haynes manuals?
Remember the good times?

I was gonna rant a bit here but it got a bit long so I deleted it :neutral_face: social media isn’t my thing but I try. Thankyou…over

By the way where are all your photos for the competition, come on lads. It took Saul (and a few others) ages to get all that together…pffft…come along now… :upside_down_face:

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I remember a lot of those!

Item 19 - Back in the late 70’s I had a few weeks in a convalescing hospital after an operation - there were a lot of old guys there, and we got special permission to take them out to the TV room to watch football late evenings (world cup or something like that). Permission was cancelled after we were caught racing them back to their beds in their wheelchairs!

They loved it… but the nurses didn’t approve.

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Derry Boots.
That’s all I’m saying.
4 or 5 years of use and they smelt like a well aired French cheese.

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The condom one, my mate carried one around for so long the date expired :smile:

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“My mate” ?..

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I remember a few of those, but I also sorta remember more in an apocryphal sense… through chatting with other bikers and reading mags.
The fish n chips tucked in the leather jacket made me proper laugh though… I’d forgotten about barrelling back from the Chippy Bank in Ulverston to Backbarrow where me mate lived, so they didn’t get too cold!

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Honestly was😄

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