Getting there in the end

“I had paid money for what amounts to a slightly scruffy, old French bicycle with the added encumbrance of a dead engine perched over the front wheel.”

For a while, I have been looking for something to transport me across the paddock at race meetings as, almost inevitably, I am in one of pit garages and some vital tool is still in the transporter on the other side of the circuit.

This in mind, while browsing small ads on the internet, I