This is a photo of me in my teenage days. We lived in Southampton then, I’d only just adopted F & Mr B, and then I discovered motorbikes.
In those garage-less days the motorbikes came up the footpath and parked at the front door, and after a ride from London they were warm and inviting to sit on.
Motorbiking is great. I can’t work out why F has to get dressed up in all that heavy clobber & wear that very weird hat. It must be very hot inside all that.
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