Bike’s swollen sacks re­lease their con­tents all over the page. Wade in.

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

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