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Authentic tales of early 60s teenage motorcycling, daring dynamism and all the surrounding capers and comedy. Vividly told with all the passion and humour of the day. A historic document on the epoch, chronicling the emergence of the Mods, the coining of the word 'Rocker' the rapidly evolving post war youth culture. This story of a young crowd hanging out in a café in Morden, South London, on the edge of a vast council estate, is illustrated with many photographs of the bikes and the cafe, fun and games on seaside adventures, racing in the streets of London, scorching down the By-passes at 100mph plus and general posing. It spans the years, 1960-63 which was a time before there were too many rules. A kid could buy a 650 motorcycle at 16, tie on some 'L' plates and blast off down the highway with fire in his belly and the breeze of glory in his hair. Racing in the Street. Early Cafe Racer Years
The ramblings of a Sarf Lundun Rocker as reviewed by anuver Sarf Lundun Rocker.
Well, this is just that, ramblings, rather as if you are sitting in a transport kaff, sipping that dark strange brew the management would have you believe is actually tea, half listening and half watching the motorcycles outside and their leather clad riders as they come and go.
Now, if you were Billy Wells' English teacher, you would give the book one star. If, like me, you hung out at the same kaffs, rode the same bypasses at high speed, bought bikes and spares from the same shop as Billy, you would give it five stars for the memories and the pix the book contains (including some of Lads & Birds I knew).
So a compromise three stars.
Yes, I know, I hung out more at Bernie's Kaff than The Caprice. Yes, I know, I was not such a daring rider as Billy. Yes, yes, he left England in 1963 just as I was getting ready to buy a motorcycle, and, yes, yes, we all wore crash helmets when Billy and his mates did not. Fine, by '64 Leaners could not ride anything over 250cc unless it had a sidecar attached unlike in Billy's time. But ... We all rode for excitment, we all lived on adrenalin and life was Just for Kicks as Mike Sarne's song and my own book says.
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Just-Kicks-R... Racing in the Street. Early Cafe Racer Years
