I cut up my dads caravan and nailed the bits to an old Bee-emm....just got to find an awning for the top box and it'll be reet.... Actually,I've injured my back somehow and Arnhem-Assen-Luxembourg on the ST2 the other week did not do me any favours,in fact I was in so much pain I considered shortening the trip. Thought I'd give a tourer a go and see if it's any easier on me...wanted something with a bit of oomph and a reasonable tank range...these get a good write up so in for a penny,as they say...
My grandad had one of those blue plastic pigs. I was chased by a copper on a pushbike down our street after I stole it and was driving it up and down the road. I was 8yrs old. I got a leathering when Grandad got back from the legion. His fault for showing me how to drive it. I also used to hide his legs. He was a bastard was grandad. But I guess when a kid hides your legs in the back garden it can drive you a bit screwy.
