My first motor bike was a Triumph Bantam 125 and my first car was a Ford Anglia 1200cc. Not surprisingly, examples can be found in motor museums all around the UK. The Transport Museum in Glasgow has on display five models of cars that I once owned over the years. The Ford Capri being perhaps one of the most iconic in its time. The only navigation system in use in those days was the AA Road Map which worked a treat.
This week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt stirs the yearning for the open road. More stories here.
Infidelity of a Goddess
This picture reminds me of my Triumph Bonneville and how Diana, her hair whirling from beneath her helmet, would hold on tight.
I loved this feeling as we raced along the roads in the summer.
We’d stop at the Craven Arms for a Theakston’s Best Bitter beer, and afterwards we’d speed to the coast.
Where, among the dunes, we stared at the moon drifting among the stars.
We planned a journey from York to Paris and across Europe to Berlin.
It never happened; instead she ran off with Charlie on his Harley Davidson.
‘Sorry,’ she said. ‘His is much bigger.’