A set pulled from the halide archive of colour negatives, and scanned to digital. Working at Kostal, doing 80 hour weeks, I had little time to do very much outside work; and with the expense of paying full rent, running a car to get to work, and maintaining a 'professional' wardrobe; the idea of spending my first months wages on a Moto-Guzzi Mille GT, I had harboured all through university, was tempered by a LOT of reality. I had six weeks before my first pay cheque, and on my Few Saturday afternoons off, I had toured the local bikes shops. I soon discovered that even if I took out a huge loan to buy a Guzzi... I would be paying more than the instalments to insure the damn thing! So I pondered cameras. MAYBE the Nikon I had always fancied. Or a decent Hi-Fi. I pondered these things whilst sat in the Laundrette, conveniently opposite by house in Balby, reading all the magazines from the News Agents next door. After seven weeks of this... I had an epiphany! WHAT THE FUGG was I doing, spending my ONE day off, sat around in a chuffing Laundrette! So I bought a Washing Machine. A Fancy one that dried my cloths too! Meanwhile I was getting no biking in; so when Kostal decided not to renew my contract; before leaving Yorkshire, I popped over the Pennines to Burnley, and visited Jim Sandiford Motorcycles, the Montesa importers. There I bought up a whole boot-load of ‘spares’ to overhaul my old 1981 Montesa Cota 248 Trials bike, and moving back to Arden-Heath, after scanning all the papers, job mags each day, and banging out job applications, adjourned to the shed, where I tore the bike down and made it good again. Having done so; it was time to go put it through its paces; and the most convenient event came up in Derby. When I can dig out the results sheets, I will tell you exactly when and where it was; But I can tell you my result from memory. DNF! It was the first organised event I had entered for over six years, and I STILL hadn’t got a clue what to do! So didn’t manage to get my laps in before all the observers bluggered off for lunch! However, Uncle Fred rode shot-gun with me, in case I broke my leg and couldn’t drive home or anything; and used my camera to take some snaps of me not doing too good! So its one of the few events I DO actually have any pictures of me riding from; certainly early ones. Mum, Pam, eventually found it and met us at the venue; and I think it’s the only event she’s ever seen me ride in. So, that’s the story.