My bogie was the streets bogie, if I wasn’t coming out to play the kids used to ask if the bogie could…
every kid on the street ride it down the hill… my dad was a genius building it…
land the big iron sledge we used to take down the big hill, everyon got out the way when we were going down on that….
I built my own bike with bits from portrack incinerator tip when you used to be able to go skip dipping for parts…
bi cow horns, single gear, painted matt black with gold joints fading out… was mean as hell….