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Originally Posted by BobClay
As any ex-Marconi Man will tell you a telegram was a harbinger of doom when you heard that little red BSA Bantam pull up outside your door.  |
I used to bless the BSA Bantam - in our neck of the woods nobody other than the telegram boy rode one. The distinctive noise of that 2-stroke engine coming down the long lane where we lived gave me plenty of time to make myself scarce. Another telegram "Undelivered" and my leave continued, uninterrupted.