i wander back to the van, camera in one hand and kettle in the other, looking like a daft-lad as i wipe a fleck of dribble from my chin as i spy another lush classic racer, as i get back dangerous is trying to steal a gold-star off some bloke, the bloke has parked right in front of our van with his car and trailer and dangerous explains that the marshalls are packing them in as they are running out of space in the paddock, the man introduces himself and gives us the skinny on his bike, he bought it mid-sixties as a road bike and converted it to a racer a couple of years after, he raced it in many club races before gaining his national licence and riding at the manx gp and some continental races, he is still an active member of the classic racing motorcycle club and told us how people were literally giving the 7 r's, goldies and manx's away when the japanese invasion started, he was a sound bloke, he arrived on his own so dangerous gave him a chuck with his bike off the trailer, i made a brew for us and our new found friend, john then wheeled the mz down the paddock to the scrutineers bay or 'technical inspection' as it's now called, dangerous followed me down with my boots, helmet, leathers and gloves, scrutineer was sound, checked everything and complimented us on the preparation, applied inspection tag to top yoke and we are good to go.......
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