Puffy Jacket

I broke all the fairing up doing an Evil Knevil one day, didn't take much, a five mph hit into a stationary car broke all my front end up. I managed to patch it up with a bit of black paint and glue yet it was never the same, like a jigsaw puzzle bought at a charity shop it always had one piece missing after that.

It became a constant source of amusement and concern for the print room girls at APPH, I'd roll up at 8.15am in the winter months at deaths door and it would take an hour or so to get my normal colour back. 70 minutes with a howling wind up your jacksie is enough to get anyone into the deeper blue shades of the spectrum.

“My Heart would be a fireball,
a fireball.....,
and everything else was a freezing block of ice.”

It all became too much for me, parking my vehicle next to the 1000cc Norton in the bikesheds, the punctures, the heckling from my peers, the constant Steve Zodiac references, the blue balls.

I caved in and sold the thing for 250 quid. And that was all the cash I needed for my next great purchase.....