People want to remember their youth. A 50cc sports moped from the mid-1970s can cost £5000, whereas a superbike from the same era can be had for a few hundred, in spite of costing five times the amount at the time. It's a desire to turn the clock back to a time when things were simpler and you didn't need 200 mph or 40 megapixels to be cutting edge.
100% blockend; Wonder if I could find a purple 'Fizzy' for the price my 16th birthday present cost my parents; after a year of subtle and not-so-subtle hints my oldies presented me with a small box saying sorry it wasn't what I'd hoped for........ Inside however was the keys to a Yamaha FS-1E, and they had paid (I think) £159 from Comerfords in Thames Ditton; there was a little 'squadron' of us, all on fizzies and Suzuki AP-50's; you had to feel sorry for the poor guy whose parents bought him a Honda SS50, which being a 4-stroke was desperately slow compared with the 2-strokers.
And that sound when there was a few fizzies together; like angry wasps in a coke can!
They do go for mad money - I've just seen a 1300 miler on the bay of E for 4 grand!!!!!! And you are correct - my next bike was a Suzuki GT250, and there's a couple of minters for 2.5k......
I remember the 250 cost £549 new from West London Motorcycles in Acton.
You never forget your first bike/car/girlfriend/camera! It must be that first summer of adulthood when you finished school and started work; I've some very special memories of the summer of '75; they say that 1976 was the best summer in the UK on record, but 1975 was also pretty great too, managed to pass most of my exams, had a choice of jobs to choose from, AND managed to persuade (with the help of my mum and dad) my first girlfriends parents to let her join our family holiday in Split, Yugoslavia! RESULT! Strictly chaperoned by my mother of course; after all this was the 70's.......
Armed with my trusty Praktica LTL I must have gone through a dozen rolls of film - I wish I still had those photographs..... However; my dad was a cine freak - he always had been what today would be described as a tech-head - and had captured their honeymoon (Brussels, 1958), my early days, my kid brothers arrival, and all family holidays from the year dot until video arrived. Initially on regular silent 8mm and ultimately with a rather brilliant Bell & Howell Filmosonic Super 8 camera with sound which was amazing. It was this cine camera that came to Yugoslavia; many years later after dad had died, and mum was clearing the house pending moving, she came across a huge box of cine reels in the loft, which my bro and I went through systematically - they were all meticulously labelled (South of France, Summer 1962, Costa Brava August 1967 - you get the idea?), some film was a bit decayed, but the majority was ok and we had the best of it transferred to VHS - ostensibly for mum, but we also had a copy each - I've watched myself grow up from toddler through pre-teen, to rebellious spotty teenager. The last reel was dated 1979 and that would indicate the transition to video was about then.
It's a very eerie feeling seeing and hearing yourself and family 40 years younger; there's about 40 minutes of 'Split Yugoslavia, July 1975' and when my wife first watched it she laughed - apparently I still have no dress sense, still have a bad haircut (although much less these days, and it's grey) still got great taste in pretty blondes......... AND the girl always gets stuck with the camera bag.
Some things NEVER change.