Just watched that clasic film again and it reminds me so much of my old dad,He died 11 years ago but he was one of that breed that fixed every thing and if it coulcn't be fixed he'd make it,In the war and after he was an aircraft technician.He rode motorcycles and one of my earliest memories is being in the sidecar with my mum and brother while my sister sat on the back of the bike.In the forties when he met my mum he rode a Brough with the 1150 ohv Jap motor and my mum still reminds me sometimes that he rode from York to Londen in two hours and that was in 1948
