So where do you start for me from the age of 11 riding the old mans bike round the fields you could in those days and there was not the moaners and the kill joys there are today.Even on the road yeah if you got caught you got your arse kicked by the local bobby and a thrashing off the old man but it was worth it.

Big Brother and his mates turned up on bikes of the day and I was lucky to own and ride most of the great British motorcycles before the Japs came along and killed the British Bike Industry.

Living then in what was the west riding THORNE DONCASTER I worked as a young lad at CLAKES MOTORCYCLE SHOP situated in the GREEN AT THORNE opposite BOB ALPORTS Honda Dealers RAINES AND CUSWORTHS  AND BILL SELBYS were the haunts then along with THE CLOVER LEAF CAFE THE HILL TOP AND CROWLE MARKET AND VINNYS CAFE.

We rode free where ever we wanted kicked arse on occasions and then sat and shared a beer together afterwards be it parties race meetings  or just a ride out.

EVENTS LATELT HAVE ME ASKING WHAT THE F***K HAS GONE WRONG SURELY WE ALL SHARE THE SAME DREAM THE LOVE OF BIKES THE LIFE STYLE THE MUSIC THE GIRLS THE FREEDOM.

THE TWO FINGERS TO AUTHORITY AND THE WIND IN OUR FACE THE OPEN ROAD OR AM I JUST AN OLD MAN WITH MEMORIES?

THIS WEB PAGE IS DEDICATED TO MY LONG SUFFERING WIFE TRACEE WHO HAS OVER THE YEARS PUT UP WITH MY MOODS MY HIGHS AND MY LOWS AND WHO HAS SUPPORTED ME IN EVERYTHING I HAVE TRIED TO DO.

WITHOUT HER A LOT OF THINGS WOULD NEVER HAVE HAPPENED AND A LOT OF PLACES NEVER SEEN.
MY LOVE MY LIFE MY BEST FRIEND MY MATE THANKYOU FOR BEING YOU.