In 1986 I was attempting to do every National Scooter Rally organised by then what would have been called the National Runs Committee, a group of people who basically organised the national Vespa and Lambretta scooter rallies.
Well, to cut a long story short, I ended up in Morecambe in the summer of 1986 one weekend, after riding from Torquay on the Friday on the A roads. I was staying just for the Saturday then leaving on the Sunday morning so I could be back from my motor cycle licence test on the Monday at 9.30am. Oh, and I passed.
While in your town sitting on the seafront on my scooter with three other guys who I’d never met before in my life, a reporter came along asking questions and the like.
Well, me and these guys, one of who was Michael Lodder, had our stories and pictures taken never to see each other ever again ... or so I thought.
Well all these years later, using the internet and social media, Michael tracked me down.
In 1986 I was 20, now I’m 48. If I strain really hard I can just about remember talking to the reporter and Michael saying they were there for the weekend: “But get a load of this guy, he rode up just for Saturday”.
Ah huh, the craziness of youth. Now I’ve become my dad.
I miss Morecambe and I miss those days. I now live in Vancouver, Canada, and Michael lives in Minehead. One of these days we plan to have a beer and remember the old days.
Maybe we should have that beer in Morecambe.