bruce aussie
WOODENBONG
I fondly remember being up Long Creek Road about 2am on my 69 Trophy wriggling the wires at the back of the headlight. Stoned and a bit drunk, no headlight was the final straw. Did get it to work a bit now and then. Enough to get home to Grevillia.Once experienced you never forget the sound of the short and smell of plastic melting .. on the way home from the auto sparkies. Old British bikes you gota love'em![]()