Oh, the NSU Quickly, my Dad had a two tone green one - WAT 276 and much later my Sister was courting (now there's and old expression) a chap who used his Dad's one to come to our place and always left it in our 'shed' - which was kind of part of the house and led directly into our kitchen. One day when everyone was out, I threw a leg over this thing (I was about 12 at the time) and for some reason, turned the pedals and the bloody thing started! I had no idea how to stop it but fortunately it eventually stopped when the carb was empty (I now know!)
When my Mum came home she played hell with David (my lifelong pal from Hull who never married my Sister) - she said the bike must be leaking fuel because of the smell in the whole house and he was not allowed to leave it there again. I kept stumm!
Ian
