Thanks man. Really appreciate that
I am gonna enjoy finishing this bike as it is the one that caused me to have all the others.....
Long story but here goes....
As mentioned before, when I got the bike in 1986 I didn"t even know what it was and there was no Ebay so used to trawl the small ads in things like Used Bike Guide and the occasional part would come up. Also used to place ads in magazines and one day came home from school and my Mum said
"A man phoned about your advert, from Maidstone, and says he has a whole bike the same which he can drop off to you as he works near here"I was amazed but a bit confused and phoned him to make arrangements and he said
"yeah, I work in Grantham and can drop it off to you" and I said
"but I live in East Kilbride in Scotland" and he said
"no, your advert says phone Grantham 01355 34318" and I said
"no, it says phone Graham 01355 34318"
Anyway I was still keen to get the bike (I think he wanted ?60) and I was working in a kebab shop, earning ?0.70per hour at the time (owner was Scottish by the way) and had saved about that amount of money up so I told him I"d come and get it on the bus.
I planned the trip with military precision and a friend and I went down on the Glasgow to London bus with a trunk borrowed from my girlfriend"s Mum planning to put the bike in it and bring it home on the bus.
When I got there it was a totally different bike to my AS3. Was actually the "plain RD125" in my other thread and basically we stripped it in the seller(Robbie)"s back yard, stuck as much as we could in the trunk and took it back home via the tube train and bus.
My friend said it was the most horrendous thing he"d ever experienced and if I hadn"t had the tickets home in my pocket he would"ve just legged it and left me in London with it.
I couldn"t fit the frame and wheels in the trunk so Robbie - whose favourite phrase was
"you gotta use your common Graham" made the helpful suggestion that we stick the wheels on top of the trunk and I sling the frame over my shoulder. Thing is - I agreed
After nearly collapsing after reaching the front gate we decided to leave the wheels and frame to be posted later.
I remember when the night bus pulled up outside Victoria station we tried to nonchalantly wheel it up to the load hatch on a trolley from the train station and it tipped over the kerb and the trunk cracked and oil started coming out. The driver went mad but luckily still let us on and the conductor said we"d need to pay extra at the other end.
After more shifts in the kebab shop I sent him ?25, I think, to post them up and weeks passed with no reply so I phoned him and he said he hadn"t opened my letter thinking it was just penpal stuff and warned me never to send money in the post
"you gotta use your common Graham"Anyway he posted the parts and I went into Glasgow Central train station on the day they were due in to pick them up and the guys in the depot know nothing about it

so I feared they were lost until one guy said
"there"s an old bike frame round the back but its not a motorbike" and I said
"let me see, that will be it" and it was actually the RD125 frame
It had no address or anything on it, just a big yellow card with a red star on it (I think the service he used was called Royal Mail Red Star or something) and the wheels were nearby.
I got on the train from Glasgow to EK with the parts then carried them home from the train station to my house. It was only about 2 miles but took about 2 hours and I remember having to wrap a bit of my jacket round the wheels rims to stop them cutting into my hand.
I remember getting home and my Mum started crying and nagging at me

. Her explanation was that she didn"t want me riding a dangerous motorbike and now that I had all the bits it would be on the road and that"s why she was upset - women"s logic, weird. She was the one that gave me the happy news that the guy was dropping it off.
Anyway that was 24 years age so her worries were a bit premature