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BlackAndAmberGambler said:
Did you ever lark around 5 Arces viaduct?
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Indeed but they tore it down around that time. We used to play in the gravel pits (or more often on the access roads) as they were great for cycle speedway which we were into at the time. We also played in the quarry down Eppleworth Road on stripped down Honda C50s. Great fun trying to ride up the side of a quarry like some adolescent wall of death.

Looking back it's a miracle everyone managed to keep themselves alive.
 
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Ernie Shackleton said:
Indeed but they tore it down around that time. We used to play in the gravel pits (or more often on the access roads) as they were great for cycle speedway which we were into at the time. We also played in the quarry down Eppleworth Road on stripped down Honda C50s. Great fun trying to ride up the side of a quarry like some adolescent wall of death.

Looking back it's a miracle everyone managed to keep themselves alive.
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We used to take airguns into the quarry, or chalkpit as we called it, and try to shoot rabbits. Never hit one so turned our attention onto old bottles and ****. Like you say, how did we ever survive?
 
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BlackAndAmberGambler said:
We used to take airguns into the quarry, or chalkpit as we called it, and try to shoot rabbits. Never hit one so turned our attention onto old bottles and ****. Like you say, how did we ever survive?
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Skidby chalkpit on Eppelworth it had some sort of wriggly tin construction in the middle. Then if feeling energetic biking on to Brantingham dale to race down the hill.
 
balkan tiger said:
Skidby chalkpit on Eppelworth it had some sort of wriggly tin construction in the middle. Then if feeling energetic biking on to Brantingham dale to race down the hill.
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Spot on.

I'd forgotten we called it chalk pit.

I remember the ramshackled building though. It had a strange atmosphere that place.

We used to ride mopeds straight up the steep sides until they basically stalled. Then had the problem of getting them down. Mainly via a semi-controlled slide/fall/tumble with chalk flying everywhere.

We were a bunch of ****ing idiots to be honest.
 
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Ernie Shackleton said:
Spot on.

I'd forgotten we called it chalk pit.

I remember the ramshackled building though. It had a strange atmosphere that place.

We used to ride mopeds straight up the steep sides until they basically stalled. Then had the problem of getting them down. Mainly via a semi-controlled slide/fall/tumble with chalk flying everywhere.

We were a bunch of ****ing idiots to be honest.
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Aye those were the days, going on your bomb bike (pre mountainbike bastardised normal bike, moby or Chopper back wheel, cow horn handlebars, probably one gear, front or no brakes s, made getting up the chalk face hard and coming down scary, no helmets or padding, didn't do any of us any harm, apart from that one kid, we just never saw them again or anyone spoke of them... Kids on mobies going up and down with their engines pffft....
 
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BlackAndAmberGambler said:
While we're on about vessels from Hull wasn't it sad to see the Pride of York leave KGD for the last time last night. Many a booze cruise enjoyed on both ships back in the day. Once met Gwyllim Lloyd onboard one of them just after his major illness. He had a massive cigar, a scotch and a pint on the go sat in one of the bars. Obviously I was starstruck and asked him if he was feeling better. His reply was "just having a bit of rest and relaxation mate".
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You should have said "**** I thought you were emigrating to Holland"
 
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Ernie Shackleton said:
Indeed but they tore it down around that time. We used to play in the gravel pits (or more often on the access roads) as they were great for cycle speedway which we were into at the time. We also played in the quarry down Eppleworth Road on stripped down Honda C50s. Great fun trying to ride up the side of a quarry like some adolescent wall of death.

Looking back it's a miracle everyone managed to keep themselves alive.
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I used to ride Cycle Speedway for the Black Knights on NHE/OPE
 
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Ernie Shackleton said:
Got the programme for the Motherwell game but have no recollection of attending it.

Have very little memory of the triple trawler tragedy but my Mum, sister and myself were homeless at the time and staying with a family off Hessle Road. My sister remembers the worried and sombre mood at the time.

I'm amazed at how little known this disaster is in general.

Living up in the North East the folk memories are all about mining disasters (not surprisingly) but whenever they come up in conversation I always mention the terrible days of January and February 1968. In 30 years only one person I've talked to had heard of the triple trawler tragedy. Her Dad was a trawler man sailing out of North Shields.


On the 50th anniversary a couple of years ago, I walked a long section of the North East coast remembering those who perished in the cold, inhospitable North Sea.

God bless them and rest in peace lads.
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Ernie Shackleton said:
Got the programme for the Motherwell game but have no recollection of attending it.

Have very little memory of the triple trawler tragedy but my Mum, sister and myself were homeless at the time and staying with a family off Hessle Road. My sister remembers the worried and sombre mood at the time.

I'm amazed at how little known this disaster is in general.

Living up in the North East the folk memories are all about mining disasters (not surprisingly) but whenever they come up in conversation I always mention the terrible days of January and February 1968. In 30 years only one person I've talked to had heard of the triple trawler tragedy. Her Dad was a trawler man sailing out of North Shields.


On the 50th anniversary a couple of years ago, I walked a long section of the North East coast remembering those who perished in the cold, inhospitable North Sea.

God bless them and rest in peace lads.
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It’s interesting you have that programme. I use to work with a chap John Miller from Motherwell who reckoned he played in that game. Can you tell me if that was true please
onlyme said:
i was also at the motherwell game.
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City Man said:
Don't forget Springhead Saints
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Yer now you mention them. There is a web site and I am on it! Which is a real surprise.

I remember that we started out on a piece of ground between St Michaels and Elizabeth playing fields, in front of 8th Ave. I was a bit of a dumpy kid then, but honed my skills (he he) riding my bike round and round our garden in 33rd, until I wore all of the grass away. I joined the Army in 72 aged 15 and didn't do many league matches. After 6 weeks basic training, I came home 2 1/2 stone lighter, fit as **** and with loads of stamina. The unit I was in had a rule that during your basic training you either marched or ran, 7 days a week for 6 weeks, certainly works. I got home and was asked to race in a cup match. I pissed my first heats, but the other team kept getting 2 and 3. In the last heat we needed a 5 point win. I held back a little and just kept the inside line, at the end of the straight, before the last corner, instead of sticking to the line, I drifted out, they went with me and John Culver, the other Black Knight came through on the inside, I cut in and passed him on the line. Maximum points and it felt as if I had been peddling for Great Britain.
I went back to Norton Manor in Somerset, full of myself, cuffed to ****. One of the training staff asked us all what we had been doing and I told everyone of my win. Ten minutes after he came back into the spider billet and asked if there was anyone good at riding a bike, of course my hand nearly went through the roof. Get your tracksuit on and report to me outside in five minutes came the order. I was still beaming when I got to the camp stables, to be given a wheel barrow, shovel and broom and told to clean out the Regimental Mascot's stable. "As you are so full of ****, maybe you should shovel some lad!"
There is a Cycle Speedway team in Southampton and the British champion rode there. Years after leaving the Army, I was working nearby and saw a couple of rider practicing. I asked them for a go and pissed all over the bloke I rode against. Their bikes were lower geared than what we raced and the handle bars were higher, but I had fast legs and really good balance. I went home and thought about giving it another go, but in the morning I couldn't ****ing walk!
 
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