Manx For The Memories!

I came home one night last week and almost fell over a cardboard box that had been left in the living room by our friendly postman (typical Laxey living, don’t lock the door and the postal service just walk in and leave whatever they bring……)

I couldn’t think what on earth it could be until I noticed a small sticker on the side of the box -with a picture of a motorbike on it. I presumed it was some kind of motorbike accessory.......then the truth dawned on me………….. it wasn’t a bike part it was an actual bike!!!!!! A little black Mini Moto. An obvious toy for a 44 year old ‘not on the slim side’ man. Sorry dear.

So, just for a change, some of my family had come over from Ireland to visit. As soon as they heard this thing start up they were over in a second, all wanting a go. Not the best idea really, putting an 8 year old on a 2 - wheel / 40 mph speed machine up a gravel hill.

But anything for a laugh............


Take a long, loving look.




This is the last time the bike was to be seen in the same state.









Nothing quite like the site of your nephew hurtling up a hill at speed, swerving, catapulting from the bike, accompanied by the sound of metal scraping along gravel. Quite something.


















But he was FINE!!!! Dented pride more than anything else!!!!! (oh, and a very dented bike!!!!!)

This is a photo of my other nephew Thomas who had a rather more sucessful ride!!