An outrageous sortie on a pre-war BSA and two obscure, obsolete Yorkshire-made, single-cylinder Panther motorbikes. "I was parched and scarcely able to breathe but I pushed and shoved and swore, screamed,.
Love and adventure are in the air with every chapter a precarious adventure.
This is a recollection of a youth well-spent.
The struggle is managed with a youthful naivety.
Poorly funded, with little planning, the ride depends on good luck, blind loyalty and terminal optimism.
An outrageous sortie on a pre-war BSA and two obscure, obsolete Yorkshire-made, single-cylinder Panther motorbikes