50 years old go and ride your 1973 bikes.
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Hi Gert.
I1973 I was 11 year, and Dream of a Laverda 1000, now I am building a 1973 Laverda 1000
I1973 I was 11 year, and Dream of a Laverda 1000, now I am building a 1973 Laverda 1000
The Sock
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In 1973, I am 13 years old.
Classes are over, I'm leaving high school with a classmate.
My dream at that time was to cycle around France and win ahead of Eddy Merckx. Yes I know it was presumptuous (very) ...
My friend's older brother is waiting for him in front of a square next to the Lycée. He has a beautiful moped. He tells me to drop my bike (I ride my bike everywhere all the time) and try his moped.
You see, he said to me, that's the twist grip throttle, there the front brake, there the rear brake.
I climb on this dubious, smoking and noisy contraption and twist the throttle.
Magical !!!
Until then motor skills were my legs and there, it advances on its own. At the same time, panic on the Mobylette I try to brake with my sneakers, and at the same time in a corner of my brain it gives me a really pleasant adrenaline rush, amazing sensations.
In the evening, when my parents return to the apartment: "Dad, Mum, I want a moped !!!"
OK, I'm Parisian and my parents believe that the Mob' in Paris is really dangerous. But they tell me: "if you work to buy yourself one, it's ok for us".
With odd jobs at the weekend, on vacation, I managed to raise 200 Fr (200 Fr was not much ...) in 2 years and so in 1975, I bought myself a 1965 Motobécane AV42.
She was ugly but on her handlebars she was the most beautiful, the most powerful!
And I dropped the bike and the Tour de France project for the adventure on the roads.
Classes are over, I'm leaving high school with a classmate.
My dream at that time was to cycle around France and win ahead of Eddy Merckx. Yes I know it was presumptuous (very) ...
My friend's older brother is waiting for him in front of a square next to the Lycée. He has a beautiful moped. He tells me to drop my bike (I ride my bike everywhere all the time) and try his moped.
You see, he said to me, that's the twist grip throttle, there the front brake, there the rear brake.
I climb on this dubious, smoking and noisy contraption and twist the throttle.
Magical !!!
Until then motor skills were my legs and there, it advances on its own. At the same time, panic on the Mobylette I try to brake with my sneakers, and at the same time in a corner of my brain it gives me a really pleasant adrenaline rush, amazing sensations.
In the evening, when my parents return to the apartment: "Dad, Mum, I want a moped !!!"
OK, I'm Parisian and my parents believe that the Mob' in Paris is really dangerous. But they tell me: "if you work to buy yourself one, it's ok for us".
With odd jobs at the weekend, on vacation, I managed to raise 200 Fr (200 Fr was not much ...) in 2 years and so in 1975, I bought myself a 1965 Motobécane AV42.
She was ugly but on her handlebars she was the most beautiful, the most powerful!
And I dropped the bike and the Tour de France project for the adventure on the roads.
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What's the number of your SF2?
Paul
Avec le recul, elle est superbe cette mob.In 1973, I am 13 years old.
Classes are over, I'm leaving high school with a classmate.
My dream at that time was to cycle around France and win ahead of Eddy Merckx. Yes I know it was presumptuous (very) ...
My friend's older brother is waiting for him in front of a square next to the Lycée. He has a beautiful moped. He tells me to drop my bike (I ride my bike everywhere all the time) and try his moped.
You see, he said to me, that's the twist grip throttle, there the front brake, there the rear brake.
I climb on this dubious, smoking and noisy contraption and twist the throttle.
Magical !!!
Until then motor skills were my legs and there, it advances on its own. At the same time, panic on the Mobylette I try to brake with my sneakers, and at the same time in a corner of my brain it gives me a really pleasant adrenaline rush, amazing sensations.
In the evening, when my parents return to the apartment: "Dad, Mum, I want a moped !!!"
OK, I'm Parisian and my parents believe that the Mob' in Paris is really dangerous. But they tell me: "if you work to buy yourself one, it's ok for us".
With odd jobs at the weekend, on vacation, I managed to raise 200 Fr (200 Fr was not much ...) in 2 years and so in 1975, I bought myself a 1965 Motobécane AV42.
She was ugly but on her handlebars she was the most beautiful, the most powerful!
And I dropped the bike and the Tour de France project for the adventure on the roads.
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J'ai eu ma première mob en 73 aussi. J'avais 20 ans. Au Royaume-Uni où j'ai grandi, il fallait un permis pour rouler avec ça. Je l'a gardé 3 semaine avant que l'on me la vole. Ensuite, j'ai passé le permis moto.
Paul
Red and green are complimentary colours.
No, I bought it in 1978 ...
chrisk
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How’s that, the sideburns matched the upswept pipes …. nice
I remember well going to fetch that one with you.73 I was 13 years old and I was riding a bicycle ! I waited 17 for a 125cc
and 24 for my first Laverda !
Merci encore Paul ! View attachment 69048View attachment 69049
Paul