My friends, as if the world would never end.
I had my first Lambretta as a student in the UK. Similar to the above. And I shall never forget the accident I had on it (a total wreck but it was repaired by the Insurance and like new it was), the other unmentionable pleasures on it and the trip to Northern Europe (with a friend) with it. And the cash I got when I sold it, enough for me to for a holiday in Spain.
The accident? I had just newly bought the scooter, and I was driving to the Devils Dyke from Brighton, when at a T-junction I could not stop to let through the heavy traffic, so to play safe I hit the road "Give Way' sign post. It was in England then, a kind passersby took me to the Hove Hospital where they cleaned and stitched up my head wounds (then crash helmet was not mandatory, and my thick rimmed glasses saved my face from further damage), washed up my blood splattered clothings. They being honest people then, I did not loose a single 'penny' from my pockets in my clothings. They even sent me back to my dig and I looked like a proper stitched up Frankestine. And my friends took care of my wrecked scooter by sending it to a workshop.
But I could not really compete with the Mods of London who really decorated their more powerful Lambretta.
