Smells that trigger instant recall.

The delights of bombing around on my mates' fizzies and the Honda 50cc job that I had was cracking fun, I wish that I could remember the model. Didn't see many others at the time and research past & present has turned up zero. Brain damage don't help! Looked like a 'proper' bike and not a sports moped and helped this spotty teenager no end with the fairer sex/gender/female identified (yes, for our younger reader, they were actually called girls back then).
Borrowing, utterly illegally, another mate's CX500 and hitting the ton every time between Willerby and Beverley around Castle Hill was fun and rather bottom-clenching but seemed not as thrilling as walloping around the district on a 50cc two stroke lightweight but it got me to Nelly's
The last bike bike I had was a stinkwheel too, a Kwakker AR125, their answer to the Yam RDLC jobbie. F^ck, I even had to look that up.
Love that stink.

One of my rich mates, has a Honda C70 Step-through bike, that we spend many a summer evening riding around the woods and school field adjacent to his house, mid-80's.

He only let me have a go once and I got 50m and manged to roll it over, I had suffer the humiliation to go back to riding pillion again for the rest of the summer. Other mates got more cabbies, except me.

The smell of any old bikes reminds me of that summer.

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Stabwedge

Old-Salt
You could buy a litre of Strongbow for 60 pence and two cans of Carlsberg Special Brew for 40 pence, if I recall correctly, and now you had the makings of a piss-up for four 15-year-olds and all for the princely sum of a quid.

You'd pass around the cider until it was half empty, and start topping up with the Special Brew and then the eye-watering drinking really began.

By the time you had almost reached the end of the bottle you were at retching point but now buzzing for the school disco, the first 30 minutes of which you'd thoroughly enjoy before you were puking your guts up in the toilets, and the only thing you can taste is the vile, metallic flavour of the Special Brew.

How I didn't give up the booze then and there is a mystery to me.
Halcyon days!!
For me it was pocket money on a Saturday morning (£5), into the offey in the late afternoon for six or eight tins of Tennants (with the ladies on the tins) then into the chippy for a pastie bap supper. Then round to my mates house to get steamin’.

The smell of a Tennants type beer and I’m straight back to being a spotty, awkward 14 year old. It’s not much of a change really! :lol:
 

jmb3296

War Hero
Halcyon days!!
For me it was pocket money on a Saturday morning (£5), into the offey in the late afternoon for six or eight tins of Tennants (with the ladies on the tins) then into the chippy for a pastie bap supper. Then round to my mates house to get steamin’.

The smell of a Tennants type beer and I’m straight back to being a spotty, awkward 14 year old. It’s not much of a change really! :lol:
A number of years ago a mate honest picked up a no longer young former model and returned to her flat of an evening for a cup of tea.
fancing something stronger than tea he checked the cupboards found some tins of tenants with the young ladies on it and cracked one open.
she was most unhappy as said young lady on the tin was her in her modelling days. It was a collectors item and keepsake
he compared the tin and the lady in question and passed some comment around her having filled out in the intervening years

He was invited to leave
 

Stabwedge

Old-Salt
A number of years ago a mate honest picked up a no longer young former model and returned to her flat of an evening for a cup of tea.
fancing something stronger than tea he checked the cupboards found some tins of tenants with the young ladies on it and cracked one open.
she was most unhappy as said young lady on the tin was her in her modelling days. It was a collectors item and keepsake
he compared the tin and the lady in question and passed some comment around her having filled out in the intervening years

He was invited to leave
I would give that a funny and an excellent if I could. Sitting in the car laughing away!
 
Halcyon days!!
For me it was pocket money on a Saturday morning (£5), into the offey in the late afternoon for six or eight tins of Tennants (with the ladies on the tins) then into the chippy for a pastie bap supper. Then round to my mates house to get steamin’.

The smell of a Tennants type beer and I’m straight back to being a spotty, awkward 14 year old. It’s not much of a change really! :lol:
Thread drift. Getting steamin' at the mate's house.

Saturday night we'd all pile round to my mate's because he had a video recorder and his mum and dad always went out to the social club at 7pm. My mate would have two videos lined up, something innocuous like a martial arts movie and a stonking filthy porno like Insatiable or Taboo IV or whatever, no soft stuff like Electric Blue for us, we'd bring around the beers and the illicit stuff would be stashed behind the couch.

His dad would wander downstairs after getting ready and while waiting for his missus he'd chat with us. What were we going to watch?

"Bruce Lee, eh? I hear he's great, right enough, that looks good, leave it out for me and I might get a look at it when I get back."

We'd be shuffling there waiting for him to piss off, then my mate's mum would come down and out the door they'd go, but one night he shouted over his shoulder.

"We'll be back after 11, you can take that kung fu shite off now and stick on the porno."

We could hear him chuckling down the path as his wife scolded him for embarrassing us.

Turns out my mate had been using his oul' fella's video rental card to hire the videos and the rentals were all recorded in the big book on the front desk.
 

sirbhp

LE
Book Reviewer
Mine field marker tape from the 70s smelled of Jack an Danny .
 
I’ve posted it elsewhere but as a 16 year old I had one of these
( note the cheeky pedals on the back of the engine. You could just about move it on the flat by pedal power!)
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Finally remembered what it was, well, googled all 80s Honda models until it popped up as the grey sludge is not up to the job: Behold, the mighty Honda MB5!

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Strangely, it doesn't look quite like the 'proper' m/c that I (mis)recall but it was a sh!tload of fun.
Why do I now want another one??
 

DSJ

LE
The smell of port beings me back to the two days or so of pure misery/alcohol poisoning after being stitched up in the Sgts Mess at Christmas drinks in 2004.

Haven't touched it since and still can't bear the smell.
 
Love port. But seem only to drink it these days on the death of one of the lads :(
 

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