WAY WE WERE

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Evoca­tive pic­to­rial me­mories of your bikes

‘WE’D MEET MOST NIGHTS AND TEAR AROUND THE TROWAY BENDS’

The three pho­to­graphs you see here were taken in 1975 – in Troway, Der­byshire. We were all Sh­effield and Ch­ester­field lads who would meet most nights and tear around the ‘Troway Bends’, al­though I’ve lost touch with most of them now. The pic­ture at the pub (right) was taken at The Gate Inn at Troway, our meet­ing place. Yes, we’d have a pint and then tear off and race to the next pub – I shud­der to think about it now. In that pic is ‘Big Steve’, Dib, Kenny Wright (who was later Jamie Tose­land’s step­dad) and Martin. I could go on and on. I’m still bik­ing and still tak­ing pho­tos.

Th­ese two pho­tos are by way of con­tin­u­ing the en­tries about the in­fa­mous Bob ‘Thrasher’ Selfe of the Ve­lo­cette Own­ers club. At­tached is a mid-’70s pic­ture of Bob try­ing the rid­ing po­si­tion on my ’67 Velo Thrux­ton in prepa­ra­tion for a top speed run. The pic­ture is a bit blurred (luck­ily, I’m sure you’ll agree). Un­like my poor MAC, the Thrux­ton ac­tu­ally sur­vived a few ‘road tests’ by Bob – but I de­cided to burn that seat shortly af­ter this pic­ture was taken! In his pur­suit of speed, Bob later in­vested in a set of Lewis leathers, as can be seen in the other shot. Un­for­tu­nately, the bud­get didn’t stretch to a pair of boots! Bob’s thrash­ing wasn’t merely con­fined to bikes – his ul­ti­mate (and of­ten at­tempted) am­bi­tion was to get his MKIII Ford Cortina up on two wheels on a local round­about. FRANK THOMAS, BRENT­WOOD

The photo be­low shows my par­ents, Dagny and Arne Hansen, leav­ing on their hon­ey­moon in June 1948 from my grand­par­ents’ farm in Man­nerup, Den­mark. The bike is a mys­tery. I do re­mem­ber my fa­ther (now de­ceased) men­tioned that he had bor­rowed the ma­chine from a friend. It ap­pears to be pre-war Bri­tish and it shares a num­ber of de­tails with a 1931 Sun­beam 350cc, ex­cept the head doesn’t quite match, nor the pushrods, crank­case or petrol tank.

I have searched and also asked a num­ber of clas­sic bike en­thu­si­asts in the US and in Den­mark, but no­body has been able to iden­tify the ma­chine. Per­haps you have the an­swer?

Fam­ily lore is that, af­ter a fuel stop in Jut­land, my fa­ther ac­cel­er­ated rapidly away only to dis­cover some dis­tance down the road that his bride was no longer be­hind him, hav­ing flipped over back­wards and off the ma­chine. For­tu­nately, my mother was none the worse for wear, but the story has gen­er­ated much hi­lar­ity in our fam­ily over the years. LARS HANSEN, LONE TREE, COLORADO, USA

Hi Lars, it’s a bit tricky with mum and dad and lug­gage cov­er­ing ev­ery­thing up, but as you say it’s cer­tainly not a Sun­beam. I’d sug­gest a New Hud­son (prob­a­bly 350cc, as the bar­rel looks quite small) dat­ing from the late 1920s. The give­away is the shape of the twin-port head and rocker box and the barely vis­i­ble badge on the top of the mag­neto chain cover. The forks look like Druids, as fit­ted to late-’20s mod­els – but the tank/gearchange looks un­fa­mil­iar and pos­si­bly con­ti­nen­tal, so I won­der if it may be from an­other make of ma­chine, which is quite pos­si­ble since the bike was far from home and al­ready 20 years old. Cheers, Rick P

Just a few weeks ago, my mother sur­prised me with this beau­ti­ful photo of my late fa­ther and his friends. It seems that in 1956 my fa­ther Dirk Faas (left), with his mates Aart Hooger­waard (cen­tre) and Frans Tuyn­der (right) went for a hol­i­day trip to the Eif­fel in Ger­many; my fa­ther and Aart on their Jawas and Frans on his DKW. The photo is taken on top of the dyke in Mo­or­drecht, near Gouda in the Nether­lands, where all three lived (and my mother and I still live). The dyke is rather high, be­cause it is only a few miles away from the of­fi­cial low­est point of the Nether­lands which is 6.76 me­tres be­low sea level. HANS FAAS, NETHER­LANDS

Th­ese pho­tos show my­self on my 1958 650 Road Rocket in 1969 and my son Don­ald on my 1958 Tri­ton in 1974. I wrecked the BSA cy­cle parts in a road ac­ci­dent and later blew up the Triumph en­gine in a big way, but kept all the bits tucked away in the shed. When I re­tired last year aged 70, I de­cided to res­ur­rect them, and the re­sult­ing NORBSA cafe racer is com­ing along nicely. GE­ORGE LOUDON, KIN­LOCHLEVEN, AR­GYLL

This is my fa­ther-in-law Glas­cott Eyre Daw­songrove, proudly aboard his WD Royal En­field 350. DG lived an in­cred­i­ble life, but sadly is no longer with us. He was in­terned by the Ja­panese in Hong Kong dur­ing WWII. Af­ter the war he at­tended Im­pe­rial Col­lege and Em­manuel Col­lege, Cam­bridge where the Royal En­field was his trans­port for sev­eral years un­til po­lio ended his mo­tor­cy­cling days. DG’S daugh­ter Louisa (my wife) car­ried on the mo­tor­cy­cling tra­di­tion here in Canada, with a 1970 Yamaha YL100 which she took on some epic 400-mile jour­neys. DG was a life­long rebel, so was not per­turbed when Louisa was evicted from her apart­ment for park­ing the mo­tor­cy­cle in her bed­room. BILL CHAP­MAN, BRI­TISH COLUMBIA, CANADA

A fast bend, some two-stroke smoke and a cou­ple of ob­servers in pe­riod mo­tor­cy­cle cloth­ing

A pint and on to the next pub. Things were dif­fer­ent in the ’70s

Dagny and Arne, pre­sum­ably be­fore he flipped her off the back...

Above: Nice suit, Bob. Shame about the footwear

Left: Those of a sen­si­tive na­ture, turn away now. Oh dear, too late...

Above: Looks like Ge­orge could be the orig­i­nal hip­ster

Left: Don­ald on the ill-fated Tri­ton, which is about to be re­born

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