This is one of my top shelf books, that is one that is not 'lent out'.
It's difficult to explain to subsequent generations how exactly the times were. Certainly the 'Rocker' years for me were exciting and eventful. Many friends were lost to the open road and it's dangers. But what camaraderie, what tales to tell as you get older, but who wants to listen to an old Man?
Of course with any culture urban myths creep in to become fact. The Record on the Juke-Box at Johnsons, down to Death Hill and back before it stopped now seem unrealistic (Google maps make it 4.6m each way, 9 miles in 2 1/2 minutes?) but certainly the engine on the kitchen table was a must for us in terraced houses, the Saturday ride to all the South London dealers (oh, Pride and Clarke's eh?)and of course a 'fag on' while riding was OK, after all it couldn't blow into your Helmet, you didn't have one!
Top book, top photographs and now a real bargain (look to secondhand if need be?) You may just recognise someone in the book.
The Japanese Rockers (more there than here now?) must be scanning the pages with their magnifying glasses for detail.
Conclusion? Over 40? Buy it. Under 40? Carry on with your Play Station, risk free mundanity.