I was always a fan of the Trotters at that age, and Nat Lofthouse in particular.

Roaring down the M6 at 100+ mph (legally then) on the pillion of a BSA Gold Star was slightly different from burbling along it in our split-screen Morris Minor 850. One of the Saturday night treats in those days was to go the Forton service station, the very first motorway service station, from Lancaster, and meet up with the gang for coffees. By gum, we knew how to live in them days...

My very first job after leaving school at 18 was in Preston. This was in 1962, and Preston was a very go-ahead place in those days. Good to see it's got some of that back!