I was 16 and just started my apprenticeship as a stone mason . Paid £15 a week and was being worked hard . I dreamed of owning a TS 50 ER like the cool kids had , but my parents were dead against it as my sister had been killed 3 years earlier on a motorcycle .
My father relented as I needed to travel for work , I came home one day to find he had bought me a FSIE custom , complete with custom bars and semi king queen seat . I was horrified but try as I might , that bike was unkillable despite crashing it most Fri night's on the way home from the pub ! I know i should have been more appreciative of my poor old dad , but i hated that bike .