Rummaging through some old photo’s … chicks, chicks and more chicks I found an old pic of my first fixed gear ca. Xmas 1971. Coulda been 1970 but I’d have to check with mama spirito. Don’t know who the girl was … she probably sussed I was a control freak and split the scene early
So embarrassment about the “P” plate, probably more so than the socks/sandals combo. I think my parents tossed the drum kit early on before I had a chance to become the next Keith Moon.
Last pic is unashamed comparison with Eddy ca. 1978 … similar style, no?
Aaah Christmas 1971, the folks gave me my first Dragstar. It was red, with a big red reflector on the sissy bar and a 3spd Sturmey on the top tube with a white T-shaped lever (lost count of the number of eye-watering mishaps involving that lever, It’s a wonder I have sired offspring). I was a little pissed off because my younger brother got one that year too, I’d had to wait three years longer than him.
My first direct-drive FG experience was some years earlier, it was red too.
Nah, that trademark is for Pimpissimo™ up in Coffs Harbour, you only need to look at his flickr account to know the title I bestowed on him is fitting Flickr: gts753’s Photostream
Nice thread idea Spirito. The similarity between you and Eddy is striking, right down to the look of longing in your eyes.
I’m going to break from the trike theme and post my first bicycle.
At the time all I knew was that it was red with two wheels, but having re-discovered it last time I went home, I think my old man actually must have put a lot of work into it.
I still remember pushing it up the hill near my house, and my dad launching me down the (small) slope saying “you’ll be fine!”. Have been scared of descents ever since.
My dad had a similar style for teaching me to swim. Lucky it worked.
Maybe they’re from the school of talk and encouragement counts for nothing, get stuck in and let the instinct take over. Sounds mean, but maybe the psychology is sound.
