I putt-puttered lonely on my Bantam,
That zooms down vales and struggles up hills,
When all at once I hit my brakes,
And Little Willie stopped amongst golden daffodils;
At the roadside, just past the Loke,
Fluttering and dancing in two-stroke smoke.
An Apology to Mr Wordsworth I putt-puttered lonely on my Bantam, That zooms down vales and struggles up hills, When all at once I hit my brakes, And Little Willie stopped amongst golden daffodils; At the roadside, just past the Loke, Fluttering and dancing in two-stroke smoke.
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Boy AlbieI've been the proud owner of a 1965 BSA Bantam D7 since 1991, affectionately known as Little Willie (Wilhelmina) and love to take her out for a ride so that others can see her. Archives
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