Riding my 'sickle' down the deserted A5 near Rugby in the hot summer of '76, with all the idiots nose ta tail on the nearby M1, and seeing the rats scurrying across the road with surprise that some one was actually on it. My denim jacket sleeves rolled up, and getting a sun tan on my arms.
Listening to the late great dj's such as Kenny Everett, who can forget the 66 Beatles tour of the US, and Tommy Vance, my radio was permenantly tuned in to Radio London right up to the last day - remember it well.
But of all the the things I missed most, being able to spend hours at a time in those dirty, filthy, but wonderful cathedrals of steam such as Stratford, Willesden, Old Oak Common, and Nine Elms.