Can you remember Hula Hoops? Shag pile carpets? CB radio? All of the above are markers for me of episodes that took place, oh, a couple of millennia ago, and yes, I whirled, loafed and ‘handled’ all of the above, not proud, but crazes, cults, whims and general passions recur and get us all sooner or later.
We’re all guilty, yes we are, even now. How about banana seats, clip-ons, monkey bikes, bobbers, supermotos (motards, whatever), café racers, ape hangers, chrome oil tanks, street scramblers – Icould go on. I think at the time of the earliest incarnations mentioned above, me and Bill were too busy creating plywood devices that we could use to fire small plant-based projectiles at cocoa tins or occasionally each other. Catapults, pea guns, you name…
