Back in the same year the 59 club was founded I nearly bought a Scott. Word came around it was at a local farm in the Chilterns where I lived, and indeed, when I went hot foot, there it was leaning against a barn. “Ill buy it,” I said to the farmer, but while I was rushing back home to raid my piggy bank, a ‘friend’ bought it and promptly took it away and re-sold it..

Comming soon...