Another couple from way back - 1979, in the pits at the North West 200. The sticker on the back of the bikes would indicate these were the mounts of Roger Marshall, who was a very successful rider back in the 70s and 80s. A multiple British Champion, no less. A quick search shows that he is still very much on the scene - rider-coach and Ambassador for Yamaha. I'm pleased about that - there were a lot of road racers that didn't live very long. It's still a mad sport to be in - I can hardly bear to watch it any more, given the speeds they get up to on normal roads. The bigger bikes are hitting 200mph as they come up from Portstewart - just as they pass the end of our road they are braking heavily to negotiate a 90-degree corner. The corners are what separates the top riders from the also-rans - you can see who is in attack mode and who is just hoping to get round the corner in one piece. They're all mad, of course - just some a little bit crazier than others.
Motorbikes! And a Mr Whippy ice cream van lurking in the background. |
Getting in close for this shot. |
Pity I cut off the tops of the heads but 43 years ago I was more interested in the bikes than the people. The haircuts made me smile - in those days most boys had their hair cut by mother. Hair salons were strictly for women. My grandfather and uncle cut each other's hair - using proper clippers - but my brother and I had the old 'pudding basin' cut from our mum until we got to Uni and could do our own thing. I remember the brother's first return home from Uni, at Christmas time. He had his hair in a wavy perm...What the heck, bro?!
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