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MY November.years DAD and MORRELLusedHe startedto tour Snowden riding Scotlandis bikes80 and on in the the his Yorkshire16th teenageof Dales. His pride and joy was his Norton Dominator which he’d have hoisted onto the ferry to the Isle Of Skye. His mates were into grass track and speedway and built bikes for the kids. Dad stopped riding when my brother and I came along. But he was happy to let us play on the bikes and let me skive school to go to the bike show at Belle Vue, Manchester and ogle the Moto Guzzi Le Mans and Ducati 900SS (brilliant Bike road test on the Guzzi in ’76, I still have it – and I bought one). There were noisy late nights, wheelies up the street, Piper exhausts, complaining neighbours and visits from plod, dad’s garage full of crashed bikes and not a complaint from him – just help rebuilding ’em. Then he went through the same again supporting my brother and his mates. Years later he subscribed to Bike and came looking at machines with me. At 76 it started to get serious... I thought maybe a 125 or a 250 for him to pootle around on. He then disappeared off to York returning with a Kawasaki ER-6 – and he’s been riding ever since, back in The Dales, and on some of our cracking roads in the North West. Anyway happy birthday dad we’re very proud of you. Love from your lads. Graham Snowden, email
Skye’s the limit when it comes to stowing motorcycles