Whilst most of the other boys at my school were buying 'Shoot', I was spending my pocket money on magazines like this.

I bought this at WH Smith before I had ever even sat on a motorcycle, and consequently these are the images that sprang to my young mind when anyone mentioned bikes or bikers.

We weren't allowed bikes because my mum worked in the local hospital and used to warn us about the motorcyclists brought in with their brains sloshing around inside their helmets, but luckily my best friends were allowed them, so my youth was spent on borrowed Puch Maxis, FS1Es, KH250s and even an 'acquired' Honda C90 (my first police caution).

But all I ever thought about was how much I wanted to look like James Dean and ride a proper bike.