This is true moggin about 1990 I made good pals with a lad from Bedlington N/umberland ( all bloody crazy up there ) . In 1991 he followed me to H.OF. E. to drop off my mog . We shared his 1984 +8 to return , only it had no seat to sit your bum on . I asked John Worrall for some foam and he found two 6in x6in x 27in long bits to sit on ( better than wood . ) . Mick did a short bit on the m/way sticking his fingers up at the police on the other side ( not a full shilling ) . I played hell with him and took over stopped at a pub for food , when we came out he asked for his keys . I had left them in the ignition while parked outside PHEW. He drove to just short of Scotch Corner pulled in and said " take over I need some sleep " . Pulled up his collar on his f/jacket wrapped his scalf around his head and pulled his cap on tight . By the time I started the car he was asleep . I was enjoying the +8 no mod gizmo's just very light and bloody fast. . I turned off the A1(M) onto the Sedgefield -Hartlepool road towards the A19 , this is a cracking road long and straight ( before the r/abouts at Wynyard put in ) I opened it out to see what it would do as no one about and its dark . Going down the road with his 8 flat out and not a sole about was great fun . But the road works men had left no sign for a 4inch ramp I shot over it flat out it chucked me up and the s/wheel and s/belt kept me down . Mick was woken screaming " what the *&^%NW£"!?>_+!he could not see a thing as his scalf was around his face and he was pulling like hell at it . "Oh shut up and go back to sleep its only a ramp " was my reply . Now thats moggin with a mate two daft B*ggers enjoying themselves. . Not bothered about keeping our buts warm.
Last edited by Jack The Lad; 29/03/13 09:53 AM.
