When my best mate turned 16 and got an SS50, I wanted in on the fun, but I knew one of my biking uncles had had a bad smash and thought my mum would never allow it. I still remember going into the lounge one night with my reasoning and counter arguments all rehearsed.
"Dad? Can I get a little moped, like Paul's? It's not very fast and I'll be really careful and it'd save you giving me lifts everywhere and.." Dad cuts in with, "Of course you can son, they're loads of fun. I'll talk to your mum.
!!!???
Turns out my dad had a C90 to get around in Hull in his youth, but never told me.
