My first 'old' bike was a D1 BSA Bantam. That photo was taken in about '85? Note the spare oil and big chain and lock: it often broke down, which meant having to leave it all over London. By 1993 I'd ruined my gorgeous looks with facial hair, and had progressed to this '76 shovel, which I loved and was later stolen. This photo must have been around '94 because this photo appeared in the Iron Horse readers' pages that year! Wow, it made my day when I saw my letter had been published.