Road to Warmwell Nov'08 "Yet another disaster befell a clubmate, last Friday riding to Warmwell approx 5mls from Salisbury on the A30, a mate who was riding at the rear of a group of 4 of us at about 55-60mph was suddenly thrown from his scoot and ended up on the other side of the road. Aall he can remember was the bike feeling slightly strange and trying to pull to one side, next second he was off and tumbling down the road with the scooter coming to rest in the road. It went end over end or over sideways cant be sure, don`t think it was a blowout as he was running tubeless rims, he recalls very little about it and was very lucky not to get run over by a lorry, he was taken to hospital by ambulance but had no more than a sprained thumb and some heavy bruising, he turned up at Warmwell early evening feeling sore. Its difficult to work out what happened, although bent, the stainless rim wasn`t split, wheel nuts were tight(still attached to the lugs which had all broken off the hub,forks badly bent, the whole headset was smashed from the top and the L/H side engine mounting had cracked, was this the cause of, or a result of the accident. If not that, something must have let go at the front." Mike, Maidenhead Phoenix SC on the LCBG Web Site Forum

Keith, a member of Maidenhead Phoenix Scooter Club, says he has been in to the scooter scene since around 1972.

"Older lads at schools were riding Lambretta's and Vespa's and after looking around I managed to get hold of a semi-restored Lambretta Li125 and have never looked back since."

Keith's wife Jill - they have been together since Keith was 16 years old, is also in to scooters and has a Vespa small frame.

"My current scooter (the one in the picture top right) is a 1968 Li125 but has been fitted with a TS1 225 engine. Performance is considerably enhanced and equivalent to a modern day engine of the same size. It's a street racer but a very reliable workhorse and is in off white and Jaguar Formula 1 racing green."

Keith says that the scooter scene today is very sociable and that his club attend a number of national and local.

A Keith Joke

A nun walks into Mother Superior's office and plunks down into a chair; she lets out a sigh heavy with frustration.
"What troubles you, Sister?" asked the Mother Superior, "I thought this was the day you spent with your family."
"It was ," sighed the Sister."And I went to play golf with my brother. We try to play golf as often as we can. You know I was quite a talented golfer before I devoted my life to
Christ."

"I seem to recall that," the Mother Superior agreed. "So I take it your day of recreation was not relaxing?"
"Far from it," snorted the Sister. "In fact, I even took the Lord's name in vain today!"

"Goodness, Sister!" gasped the Mother Superior, astonished. "You must tell me all about it!"
"Well, we were on the fifth tee...and this hole is a monster, 540 yard Par 5, with a nasty dogleg left and a hidden green...and I hit the drive of my life. I creamed it. The sweetest swing I ever made. And it's flying straight and true, right along the line I wanted...and it hits a bird in mid-flight not 100 yards off the tee!"

"Oh my!" commiserated the Mother. "How unfortunate! But surely that didn't make you blasp heme, Sister!"
"No, that wasn't it," admitted Sister. "While I was still trying to fathom what had happened, this squirrel runs out of the woods, grabs my ball and runs off down the fairway!"
"Oh, that would have made me blaspheme!" sympathized the Mother.

"But I didn't, Mother!" sobbed the Sister. "And I was so proud of myself! And while I was pondering whether this was a sign from God, this hawk swoops out of the sky and grabs the squirrel and flies off, with my ball still clutched in his paws!"

"So that's when you cursed," said the Mother with a knowing smile. "Nope, that wasn't it either," cried the Sister, anguished, "because as the hawk started to fly out of sight, the squirrel started struggling, and the hawk dropped him right there on the green, and the ball popped out of his paws and rolled to about 18 inches from the cup!"

Mother Superior sat back in her chair, folded her arms across her chest, fixed the Sister with a baleful stare and said... "You missed the fucking putt, didn't you?"