Ah, how sweet, a picture of my first bike!
The memories of going for rides round the back roads for the sheer hell of it (well still do that, but mindful of the petrol costs!)
I really did love my little bike. Poor thing. Still got most of it in the shed. I blew her up twice, once the head blew, the exhaust started to fall off, so I held that up with my foot, it melted my boot, and the head was spewing out flames that melted my trousers. All in aid of not breaking down on the A14 dual carridgeway (aka road from hell).