Photos from yesteryear..Pictures of you and your bikes!

Thankfully we weren't so camera obsessed in those days so I can spare inflicting them on you
I can inflict a rather boring video of me whilst riding if you want. Was posted to YouTube as a test of me using a video editor and a couple of friends wanting to see how good the quality of the camera was.
You don't see me in it, not that daft yet

 

Me having picked up my VFR Stelvio pass:


My 1200 Bandit on the way to the Millau bridge:


A quick stop on the Furka pass:

In the Auvergne on my ST2, springtime:

 

This one's a little while back

 

ST2 with a friend on the back - for the first time EVER !!!!!



My favorite BMW:



This is kitten:


My Bonny:


A different direction:

 

A few more

 

I had 2 900's, one MK2 in Blue which I did a Lands End to John O'Groats run and the MK1 Red one, in the pic, that had a number plate starting B666

Here's one of my Bandit 12's in an unnatural environment at Cadwell....
And a pic of the lock stops after it tried to kill me with a slide and a tank slapper coming out of Charlies

 

1990 yesteryear, lol. You want yesteryear, here you go ,,, and for this forum I'm still a mere stripling. Uncle's '58 Dommie, summer '58 or '59. Note the mandatory oil puddle. We did a ton that day, stretching it down Rockingham Hill over the River Welland to Caldecott. I thought it was fun. I'd brick it these days even on a modern bike, up front and in control.

 

Circa 1957/58, Royal Enfield 125 or may have been a 150, outside the family home looking across to the village of Moulton. Picture taken by my elder sister using her new Kodak Brownie camera.
We didn't have a car until 1960 and this was dads transport.
School was a good mile + walk into the village, so I would have dinner in the school canteen.
If I knew dad was home, occasionally I'd make an excuse to go home at dinner time and generally waste time at home.
Dad would then have to give me a lift back to school with me sitting on the rear carrier,,, ,,,that was it I was hooked and have been ever since.



Top of the Stelvio Pass.



Top of the Timmelscjoch Pass.

 

Here goes - Bike Week Party back in NH, 2004. Yearly tradition on a late, great friends Bonny. Long Live Ironman!

 

Playing pasture polo with an outfit.

 

My first bike, bought for £250 second hand, rode back from Edgware north london to Putney sth London having only tried riding a bike once before. I despatched it for 1.5 years. Loved her.



then despatched a superdream but no pics

Of to a wedding! despatched her too, had 3 at some time or other



so much for bike shed builds mine was a gutter fix!

how that happened i don't know
had 2 of these beauties despatch rode them too



bought one of these and did 3 months in europe on it, not the prettiest but comfortable, despatch rode her too



lent my K to my brother for the trip


DONT ASK

 

This was my Uncle Luke who started me on bikes at age 6 riding the pillion on his Indian. He bought this right at end of WW2. Enlisted at age 17 and fought in the Pacific theatre. He was my mentor. Great thread idea and though I'm not in this photo you get the idea.

 

still got the badges

 

this one from the 80s