This is where it all started for so many spotty youths back in the late 70's and early 80's.
The one and only Yamaha Fizzie. Mine could do a ton, yeah honest.
I bought this off a mate of mine; it had belonged to his brother before him. Even though it had been thrashed in it's time, it had been lovingly cared for; new parts where needed, the frame repainted.
This was the first bike I ever rode. My mate let me have a go in his garden, and I rode it straight into his mums rose bushes. But I was hooked, and I had to have it when he said it was up for sale. When a savings policy matured, I spent the whole lot on the bike.
Which went down lik a pig in a Synagogue at home.
And never looked back since (well, except when pulling out. And the 'life-saver' of course).
I bought this off a mate of mine; it had belonged to his brother before him. Even though it had been thrashed in it's time, it had been lovingly cared for; new parts where needed, the frame repainted.
This was the first bike I ever rode. My mate let me have a go in his garden, and I rode it straight into his mums rose bushes. But I was hooked, and I had to have it when he said it was up for sale. When a savings policy matured, I spent the whole lot on the bike.
Which went down lik a pig in a Synagogue at home.
And never looked back since (well, except when pulling out. And the 'life-saver' of course).
