Motorcycle Explorer December 2014 Issue 3 | Page 196

S
o, being evicted from squat after squat and the Spiderman
like techniques of an enthusiastic mountain climber used to find
the next ‘empty’ while being offered jobs in London’s murky porn
industry are as normal and mundane as fish n chips and a can coke
to Chris Scott.
This wonderful story will make you smile and laugh out loud as
you read as a life pillion at break neck speed into the past. More
than a book it’s a paper bound time machine that for me, over 40
years of age and my hair line receding faster than the Norfolk
coastline, has ripped me back to a time of freedom (and having
hair to ‘style’). Scott gives excellent detail snaps of music, TV
shows and books of the time mixed with the rise and fall of the
motorcycle boom as governments changed the mood of a nation
and health and safety gave a slow death grip to the biker
community. Constantly beautiful nostalgic affairs as words like
Honda Super Dream cause an involuntary smile to creep up your
face paragraph after paragraph.
You connect fully with Scott’s plight with an envious eye with the
fast paced freedom of a youth fully explored and enjoyed.
Changing his bikes more often than he changes his socks, with
squat life that may not be an exaggeration!
The book closes this chapter of Scott’s life that sees a bike, helmet
and the obligatory copy of Streetfinder set ablaze in iconic Nordic
symbolism.
This really is a magnificent contrast from the sensible, detailed and
well planned pyjama ironing handbooks of how riding should be
done. This is about all the glorious life affirming screw ups you do
along the way to get there… and hope to live to write about the
tale.
It’s a winner.