We were looking at photographs
of motorbikes in Olivier's "Motos Passion" file. He asked me to tell him about his Grandad's bikes. All I could remember was two or three bikes (Harley Davidsons) parked in the back garden with lots of jam jars on the seats. In the jam jars were caterpillars waiting to change into butterflies. I think this was before I started school. I don't ever remember him riding one. Though he used to tell us of his adventures. One day someone threw a lighted cigarette out of a car and it went down inside his shirt, he nearly came off the road. He was against wearing a helmet because one of his friends was decapitated by the German helmet he insisted on wearing.