THIS NORTHERN SOUL ;
TIME WILL PASS YOU BY

BY : LDMan ©

CHAPTER 7 The Snake


(backing track: Al Wilson-The Snake)

School Lane (just up the road from the family home)

PHIL reluctantly rides his Lambretta GP150 up the road to his eager and excited younger brother, ADY, in order to fulfil his obligations following his knee-trembler off Bernie-the-Bike, skiving off to accomplish said task and the ‘Johnny machine’ incident, all of which ADY is using to ‘blackmail’ PHIL into allowing him to ride his cherished machine across the country to Norfolk.

PHIL circles around several times, contemplating the potential disaster he is about to be 'rail-roaded' into and eventually pulls up to a halt at his brothers feet. He drags the scooter, his pride and joy, onto its stand and switches off the ignition.

ADY lurches for the handlebars only to received a firm hand in the chest of his bruv.

PHIL
Whoa! Hold your flaming horses Lone Ranger
Have you thought this thing through at all
I mean, you won’t even find your way to flamin’ Chester
…and you’ve never even ridden anything with a ruddy engine before

ADY
You worry too much, take a chill pill dood
I’ve asked Aitch to come with me and map read
I told him ‘manda had loads of fit mates
all begging to loose their virginity to a rampant Australian

PHIL
Aitch? Australian? Bloody hell I didn’t know that

ADY
Well.......I think he was born on the boat coming home
Or conceived on it or something like that

PHIL
Why don’t you go in his “Mk1 Lotus” Cortina?
It’s a smart motor that

ADY
Mmm! I slipped up and told him where we were going
and he’s convinced it’s farm land
So he thinks it’ll get covered in cow sh!t or something
Can you believe it, the bloody thing was made for rallying

PHIL
What? So he’s going pillion, with you, all that way

ADY
No he bottled it completely on that one
But he came up with a BRILLIANT alternative
I’m going to follow him

PHIL
I thought you said he was scared of getting pig sh!t on his car?!?

ADY
Yeh! I did
He’s going on the express coach
…and I’m gonna follow it
These coach drivers have to know ALL the routes you know
We can’t go wrong

PHIL
(laughing his socks off)
I don’t bloody believe you
You’ll end up lost in Prestatyn
…and Aitch’ll be on the ‘Broads by himself for a week

ADY
(joining in with the frivolity)
he’s hoping to be on at least a few broads all week anyway, if his luck’s in

PHIL
Bloody hell, I’ve got to see you pull this one off
Can’t you see though, it’s doomed to failure before you even start?
Y’er doomed I tell ye, doomed to failure
(grabbing his ‘little’ brother by the neck and ‘knuckling’ his skull)

ADY
C’mon man, give us a break
Have you never heard the saying “he who dares wins” …well occasionally

PHIL
OK, OK, I give up, let’s get started
Have you got any idea how to start a Lambretta?

ADY
You just kick that pedal on the side and twist that bit
(pointing to the throttle)

PHIL
(groaning)
Oh bollocks!, this is going to take SO much longer than I thought

ADY
I’ll be alright; honest, just show us the basics

PHIL
(in a justifiably condescending manor)
Right!
Check you’re in neutral, HERE
Petrol, HERE; …ON; …OFF
Switch it OFF when you don’t need it or else it’ll p!ss out everywhere
…and at seven bob a gallon you don’t want to be wasting any
Check the CHOKE and ONLY use it when the engine’s cold
Key, Ignition, turn it to HERE for on and back the other way for off
Rest your hand by the throttle and kick it over like this
(at which point the engine roars into life and ADY almost drifts away into fantasy land as the two-stroke fumes fill the air around them))

ADY
(pushing and shoving his way onto the scooter))
Gimmee, gimmee, gimmee
C’mon PHIL, shove over, my turn now

PHIL
Whoa! For God’s sake whoa!
You’re like this at ruddy Christmas too
Calm down, calm down, I haven’t shown you the bloody gears yet

ADY
It’s OK, I’ve been watching you … turn that one on the left

PHIL
Yes, but take your bloody time

At which point ADY ‘gains control’ of the machine
and lurches off into the sunset,
quite literally.

The engine picks up speed beautifully
but within a few ‘clonks’ of extremely amateur gear changes,
a matter of seconds
and just a few hundred yards around the corner from the starting line,
the dream comes to an earth shatteringly,
crunching halt as the scooter veers off to the left
only to be stopped dead in it’s tracks by one of those annoying,
white painted ‘meteorites’ that people used to use in order to claim the edges of their 60’s styled open planned gardens.

The silence is deafening.




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