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My first bike was an ancient BSA 250cc from the 1950’s that had been in an accident, I bought it for $10 as a big box of pieces after the original owner gave up his plans to rebuild it. It was a great learning experience at 15 yrs old, and I did get it all back together in time for my 16th birthday and my first licence. There followed a succession of other bikes and cars, mostly junkers that I was able to turn into usable machines. Did all the usual things for those days, bigger carbs, noisy exhausts and hot cams, grinding out ports for better flow and machining cylinder heads for extra compression. Plenty of fun and games until the dreaded marriage bug got me. I gave up grass track motorcycle racing and went over to rallying as a less deadly hobby, but even that fell by the wayside when my first daughter was born. The age of responsibility had caught up with me and I was still in my 30’s. The kids grew up though, and I eventually needed another hobby. Land rovers became the new love of my life as the competitions available were fun, more about manouverabilty than speed, and my daughters were at an age where they could enjoy the days out with dad. I had a few good years pleasure competing in events run by the local landrover club in South Wales where I was living at the time.The biggest killer in those days was the cost of fuel, even then, the late 90’s, gasoline in the UK was around $7.50 a gallon and a 3.5litre V8 landie likes to drink, especially at off road speeds.