| when i turned 16 i lived that far out in the sticks that if you wanted to go anywhere or get a job you had to get a bike.
one pub and a postbox in the village.
so on me 16th birthday i got an ap 50 and the thrill and freedom of that bike started the blood thing there and then.
me dad did have an mz 250 when i was little though
used to take me on the back in a field when i was about 6 or 7 it might have started then.
i'll never forget that little ap50 though | 
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