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Monday, May 23, 2016


It is 1958 and a young man sits nonchalantly on his first motorcycle. A 1956 BSA Bantam 150cc, I bought after a bad and financially costly experience with an ancient Ford 8, mentioned in an earlier post.
At this time I was doing army service and went to the local dealers with a knowledgeable mate to choose. I bought it and the next week went with the same mate to get it. We rode back to barracks through Canterbury with him on the back shouting instructions. I had never ridden before, but youth has confidence. Training and crash helmets were not yet compulsory, so hearing was easy.
It was such a pleasant revelation that I rode it 30 miles to Maidstone that very evening to see my girlfriend. A lifetime's love and devotion were formed (with motorcycles and the said girlfriend, who has now been my wife for over 50 years). Here she sits astride the little bike:

she too was to get the bug and loved being on the back, subsequently owning her own machines for a number of years until rheumatoid arthritis put paid to it.

Came marriage and eventually children started to arrive. With two, we invested in a sporty looking sidecar combination

Really it gave the impression of a bishop arm in arm with a tart as the bike was a rather staid BSA 600cc sidevalve attached to the sports child/adult chair. Nevertheless our first holiday was spent touring Devon and Cornwall, wife with very young son on her lap in front and 4 year old daughter in the back. Here we are crossing Exmoor on a "moist" day.(Note the pushchair, carried for said son)
As the family increased with another son, so we went up the combination chain until the chairs began to look like small buses.

Eventually the two eldest kids began to get interested in rides on the pillion of my small Velocette LE 200cc although the boys never really took to it,

only my daughter, taking after her mother and loving it so much that she eventually trained and rode on her own moped.
We got a car, but I always had a motorcycle in the garage. My love for big single Royal Enfield Bullets started about now in 1965
Then, in the '70s I deserted to East European two-strokes, the MZ 250 being a favourite
here a rather older daughter shows her approval

Numerous SJF s (standard Japanese fours) followed, but in the '80s I began an enthusiasm for BMW flat twins. My second, a 1000c model I kept for over 25 years, only reluctantly selling it as arthritis began to make handling it painful in 2012
So it was back to a first love Royal Enfield Bullets, only now made in India, but having an updated fuel injected engine
I had hoped that this would see me through to my dotage, but a couple of strokes left me with reduced use of my left arm and leg. Motorcycling was impossible for a few months, but as soon as possible I managed to get back on two wheels with a "twist and go" Honda 125cc scooter which has no left hand clutch or left foot gear change to operate
I shall hang on to this as it is so useful and easy to ride (and who knows what the future will hold), but it is not the same as motor cycling. On a scooter one sits primly upright, knees together, rather like a spinster at a vicarage tea party. This will give you my view of motorcycling!

But even the Enfield is now too heavy for me to push around when off it, particularly backwards due to poor balance (only off the bike thankfully) and lack of muscle tone, so I have invested in a "tiddler" - only 114 kgs. A Honda CG125, owned by a mature rider who sold it to another one (me)
So, as T S Eliot has it in his Four Quartets, "In my end is my beginning" (Although I see that Mary Queen of Scots got there first when she embroidered, "En ma fin git mon commencement."

I started my motorcycle life on a 150cc machine and I end it on a 125cc one! Over that time I have owned 51 bikes. During those 60 years I have tried to put back into what has become a wonderful hobby. I was for many years the chief instructor of a training centre, County co-ordinator of 14 training schemes and helped to set up the first advanced motorcyclist training scheme which has subsequently been taken up nation-wide.
An old motorcyclist, John Masterman once said,

"Cut your miles a day down from 300 to 200, and 200 to 100 or even less.
 Ride and rest - and ride again. Never give it up. Never say die.
 Never part from an interest and love that is life itself."

I believe I may have posted the following link before but it is so appropriate that I shall repeat it, with no apologies.  

Thursday, May 05, 2016


In an earlier post I compared cycling through the lanes over Romney Marsh to being at sea in a small boat with the distant escarpment being my landfall.

If one pursues that analogy then the Bilsington Monument would qualify as a "seamark". Standing 52 feet (16m) proud on that escarpment it is visible from wherever you are on the Marsh and I think its story is worth the telling.

It was erected in 1835 in memory of Sir William Cosway, one-time secretary to Vice Admiral Lord Collingwood and highly respected in Bilsington as its excellent squire and main landlord. Being very interested in the Reform Bill, he was much concerned about the plight of local farm labourers, giving financial support to them and built the village school for the benefit of their children.

In 1834 at the age of 51 he fell from his coach in London and died soon after. The Reformers of East Kent, with the support of the people of Bilsington had the monument erected in his memory.

It has had a chequered history, being struck by lightning in 1967 and half destroyed. But a trust was formed and, with Heritage Lottery funding, it was repaired in 1999, ready for the Millenium.

As one gets nearer to the escarpment it accompanies you on the skyline
After leaving the Marsh, a ride up the steep lane beside it (easy by ebike!) and crossing the local cricket field one is able to approach it
and sit in the sun beneath it on the bench provided, drinking coffee (in my case) and admiring the panorama over all of Romney Marsh.