Don't even mention soggy arse! Waterproofs were not the best in those days and I live in arid rain-free England (although wax cotton Barbers were still affordable!).
Actually, you may be laughing about it, but people now sell custom rat bikes, made from a decent bike but tarted up to look rusty and ratty! And some of the crappest bikes in my day now sell as classics for thousands. Amazing!
And old rusty trucks that have become vintage hot rods, they look like heaven in rat land.
And broken arms and legs . And numb butts and saddle sores. Painfully pleasant.Weeeaall, you know how you look back on an awful holiday from ages ago with fond memories, completely forgetting all the discomfort and hassle and stress and ...?
It's a bit like that.
Well you were special in comparison, having lived in special times and your rat bikes were special tooIt was the only group, very loose as it was, that I was really a part of (and even then, maybe 10 bikers give or take, really friends who were bikers, not all members of some club), and the danger and exclusivity and shared experiences give it a sheen in later years it likely never had back then! And you may have picked up on a little arrogance back there toward perfectly normal reasonable people who like to ride a bike of the odd Sunday, so I've also used a little unfairly (making like I was special because I rode bikes all the time, etc).
Right... riding the middle line, smashing some pumpkins' mirrors... comes with the territory. Less cars and more motorcycles, the right way to live.But there again, it was a thrilling way to live, always riding close to the edge, and the intensity of what you have to do to stay out of trouble while pushing to the limits. Feeling the road through the bars and pegs, feeling the tires nearly losing grip on the corners, bouncing over the pot holes and drain covers on a tight bend thinking you're going to lose it any second. A powerful adrenaline rush! I could never ride like that now, but back then the reflexes and acute situational awareness were much better (also, I could turn my head properly!). Besides, that was in London, and now it's wall to wall scooters, back then it mostly just despatch riders doing the same as me riding the middle white line to overtake the cars (no one rode in the lane, may as well buy a car then! ).
Oh yeah, nearly forgot, no speed cams in those days either! Wayhey!
Oh! The falling hurt, by the way! Especially the repair bill!
And here are some rat boys