So, I found another old photo, which I think qualifies for 'Bikes owned by other people that have brought a smile to my face'.
1200cc supercharged JAP sprinter.
I went to see Alf Hagon at many sprints at old Essex and Cambridge airfields, and Santa Pod, late 60s. My bike in those early days was a Honda CB160. Which, really, hooked me to Hondas for a long long time.
Don't know what year this is, nor where (prob Santa Pod), which is a pity, because he was the first Brit to beat 10 seconds for the standing-start quarter-mile. In 1967 at Duxford. I was lucky enough to be there.
I took this photo with my Dad's Rolleiflex Twin Lens Reflex. I was a little surprised to be allowed to carry it around on my motorbike outings, and it felt very strange using it for motorbike events. My Dad used it for weddings.
Hagon kept the rear wheel spinning for the whole quarter-mile. He had to, there was no gearbox. The elimination of gear changes helped him break the 10-second record.
And this is 1968 or 69. (The smile occurs in the hotel bar later in the day).
Early morning towards the end of the Lands End Trial.
Somewhere near Perranporth, about 8 or 10 hours overnight from west London by way of lots of off-road tracks.
My Greeves 'bitsa', mainly Greeves Scottish, with silver-soldered home-made exhaust and plasticine-waterproofed electrics, was always brilliant fun.
But biggest smiles were on the Isle of Man in 1971 when the ISDT was there. Four or five Wimbledon Club members took our trials bikes over, including my Greeves for spectating.
We decided, spur of the moment, to ride off-road to the top of Snaefell from somewhere around Laxey.
All was going well as we zipped along towards a steep expanse of thick dense green grass, over halfway up. It all seemed easy...
Very suddenly we were all stationary, sunk in fairly deep bog on the hillside.
The bikes remained upright, our feet deep in the bog.
It was easy to get our feet out, and the bikes stayed upright without support.
But for most of us, that's all we could extract, our feet. Boots remained fiercely sucked into the mud.
It was so funny we were overcome with roars of laughter for quite a while. Lying on our backs in the sunshine, bikes vertical with no riders visible, who were hidden in the long boggy grass.
A camera there would have produced much better smiley pictures than the final stages of The Lands End Trial.
We had no camera... But the hot tea at the top was sublime!