Ah those far off, heady, pre OPEC oil crisis days when the sun always shone & every young lad was Barry Sheene for the day There were so many wonderful gas guzzlers tearing down the tarmac leaving the unmistakeable aromatic smell of partially burnt 2-stroke oil in their wake.No modern brakes,tyres, frames, suspension, electronic controls, but engines that got the heart pounding as the adrenaline kicked in.What was the cost of petrol you ask? I seem to remember 6 shillings a gallon(or 30p for you youngsters who probably werent even born then!).Great times indeed!
Sunday will be perfect for a jolt of motivation re the X7 Barring a drastic change in the weather forecast I shall be leaving Cambridge for the Ace at 8am Sunday morning.