There I was, lurking in the shade of my conker tree, trying to keep cool in this sweltering summer when the phone rang. It was Graham. â€œHi Dad, get your bike out cos we are picking up young Flossie. Meet us at The Royal Temple Yacht Club above Ramsgate Harbour at 4:30â€.
The yacht club sits high above the harbour and the bar was crowded with visiting yachtsmen who were there to compete in the regatta. Flossie was already there, glowing with success because she and her crew had come in third against tough opposition.
The view from the bar terrace was magnificent and far out to sea could be seen the latest race just finishing:
For those unfamiliar with Flossie, she is a remarkably competitive young lady who lost her sight when a toddler and who has been associated with the Kentites ever since Graham had to ferry her to school in his taxi. She loves camping and motorcycling and has been on many motorcycling jaunts with us as a pillion passenger and a rally camper. No challenge daunts her and her current sport is international sailing.
After a quick drink we took to the bikes, Graham and Flossie on his 1955 Speedtwin and Me on my 1961 Tiger 90 â€“ well, that was the plan, but I found that I had lost the key to the switch that isolates the battery
. So on the harbour-side we had to get the toolkit out and â€˜re-adjustâ€™ the electrics to get my bike started. Thank God for crude classic bike circuitry! Having achieved the modification to the sound of much grumbling from Graham about silly old dodderers who can’t keep their keys safely, we eventually delivered Flossie to her home. That entailed a 12 mile trip further down the coast, riding in shirt sleeves!