cmm Pip Higham Tuner, engineer, rider Revvin’ up the HR194…
Hmm, strange times. Recently I’ve been inclined, like most of you out there I’m guessing, to buy stuff on that internet.
No real bother, I’ve even sold a couple of brother Bill’s flock, sight unseen (apart from a few digital pictures of course) to nice blokes up and down the parish. In a moment of madness I even bought a 56-year-old scoot from Alan in, oh, somewhere ‘darn sarf’, I forget where. I felt like I’d missed out, because although we spoke on the phone, I didn’t get a chance to clock his tribe (tribe: collection of disparate scoots, there’s always a collection) and I miss that.
So when the restrictions started to ease a touch I was excited to…
