Do you remember the first time you did a ton? I do, it was in 1969 and I had a t100ss and my mate had a Norton Dominator. We decided to swap bikes and I could not wait to get on the Norton. With only googles and whit silk scarfs as head protection we set off and my last words to my mate was don't thrash it and with that we set off. It was on the A539 Wrexham to Llangollen road with good long straights.
All went okay for the first few miles as we set of with a sedately pace with me in front but not for long as we hit the first long straight. Our speeds crept up to 70, then eighty which I held it for then my mate sped past me. By now my scarf had slipped down and I was gulping in air and my cheeks slapping; I can only guess I looked like a dog does when they stick their heads out of the window. Looking down at the speedo it was clocking 90,95 and soon after the magic ton. Then we had to quickly slow down for the corner. We drew alongside each other and give the thumbs up amidst a lot of whooping.
Arriving at Llangollen the euphoria was still there, what a feeling. By the way we were 16.