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The first day of the 1988 Scooter Season and disaster strikes,{no not the white socks}, As usual it was Knaresborough and I could'nt wait to show off my latest GP project, trouble was it would'nt work so it was back to my trusty Vespa, we got just East of York when all the Scoots in front of me started to scatter, then I saw it, the ''BOUNCING BOMB'' a lump of rock fired out of a wagons double wheels connected with me, totally shattering my arm, somehow I kept the scooter up and the pillion pulled the key out, in the confusion one of our number mistook the word Rock and tried to kick a passing Motorcyclist off his Steed, which I must admit brought a bit of humour to the scenario, not that it did me any good, the injury lost me nearly all of the 1988 Season, now that really was Heartbreaking.
Obviously you dont see many one armed Scooter riding cameramen so once again the photos are thin on the ground, the following were taken at Great Yarmouth, I had to go there in a Car which took the whole Pride of being a Scooterboy away so probably did'nt attend any rallies till later that year when I could ride my Scoot again, and of course being my usual bright self I got the lads to throw me over the campsite wall to avoid paying, only to crack the pot on my arm. Stupid boy.
As I remember it by around September the Hospital took the plaster cast off my arm and put a plastic clamp thing on my arm, that was good enough for me, I mean what do Doctors know, so back onto the Scoot with a dodgy arm, and the first thing what happens is a tyre blowout sending me and the Girlfriend down the road and the GP lands upside down in a ditch with a 3 piece headset, undeterred a new headset fitted and attend the last two L.C.G.B runs of 88 Tan Hill and Chorley where the jinxed GP died a death leaving me with an arm bent like a Banana and the the start of a 20 Year love/hate relationship with the Lambretta Motor Scooter.
