Here is a section of the CONTENTS, to whet your apetite!
6 The Gold Standard
The mighty, unassailable Gold Star.
And a mighty fine one – seen on the mean cobbled streets of Stockport
12 Eddie and Gene
Britain was a second home for two of the greatest rock ’n’ rollers, but the story wasn’t to have a happy ending
20 Getting the Style
You’ve got to look right, haven’t you? This is how to look spot-on, and how
to avoid getting it badly wrong
26 The Mighty Tritton
The perfect combination of engine and chassis produced the ultimate Rocker bike. This is Mick’s ride
32 Wedding Bells
When it comes to getting hitched, who needs a church? And why would you want to do it without some good rockin’?
36 Put Another Nickle in…
The magic of the shimmering, booming jukebox – every cafe had one; every home should have one, too
42 Buzzzzzz…
The Busy Bee wasn’t the most high-profile Rocker cafe but it was one of the best – and it isn’t being forgotten
Sample feature section:
 Know your enemy
Number one: Your dad
There’s absolutely nothing wrong with your dad. He’s a good bloke and, especially when he’s got a bottle of Mackeson in front of him and a pipe full of Old Shag in the corner of his mouth, he’s good for a sub. Maybe even 10 shillings. He’s got a Norton Jubilee, which he thinks is a very practical bike (‘and so easy to work on’) and a shed full of woodworking tools that belonged to his dad. And a very impressive voltmeter in a big black Bakelite case, which he accidentally brought home after his five years with the Royal Engineers. The problem is, you don’t want to look like him now, do you? Motorcycling trousers with a centre crease? Oh, come on …
Number two: The Mod
 The Mod is of course the lowest form of human life; a smarmy, girlie, pill-pooping, boogalooing, cider-drinking, clean fingered idiot who wouldn't know an oiled-up spark plug from a smack round the head with a five foot length of three-by-two. Mods know less about what goes on behind their scooters' side-panels than they do about medieaval architecture.
They are to basic mechanics what Dusty Springfield was to industrial archaeology. Mods think they're so ruddy 'hip' and their music is so'swinging' and everything is so 'groovy' - it makes your fillings ache. Mods work in offices and dance like big girls' blouses. They only come out after dark. Or They don't know what BSA stands for, and if they made a guess at it then it would probably be rude. something to do with pills. They think that anything Italian is 'gear'. You'll never see a Mod with 'Triumph' written on the back of his parka. Whatever a parka is.
Number three: The motorcycling twit
 Twits seem to be drawn to motorcycles like dogs are drawn to lamp-posts – and the results are just as unpleasant.
Motorcyclists have to look like motorcyclists, like they belong to the bike rather than the bike just belonging to them. Motorcyclists have to look as if they’ve got Castrol R in their arteries and high-temperature grease in their hair. Motorcyclists don’t wear blazers, linen trousers, canvas shoes or – heaven forbid – hats of any description other than skid lids.
Twits think bikes are ‘jolly good fun’ and, pressed further, might add the word ‘spiffing’. They’re OK in their place – but that’s not on a bike.
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