Not just a twinge, but a veritable stab of nostalgia as I discovered that the first motorcycle I owned has its own page. Strangely enough, in Dutch. It was from a Nederlander, Arnie, that I bought this beauty for 5 shillings, an amount that only a few months later became 50 cents, .
And here is a picture of her:
I cannot begin to describe the sense of freedom she gave me. Just knowing that I was no longer restricted by how far I could pedal. In theory I could now go anywhere! Who cared if it had only a top speed of 29 miles per hour. 32 downhill. It was a motor cycle. She was a quantum leap from the first Raleigh push-bike that first gave me freedom to travel. (Trikes and pedal cars don’t count).
Once I passed my test, I was gone.
You never forget your first love.