The sense of freedom in this film is fab, isn’t it – even to those of us whose experience of being on a motorbike is limited to being on the back of one a few times on trips to Sherburn & various village pubs, years back.

Maybe a modern recreation of this film could be attempted, following the same streets, though it would have to be I think filmed from a bicycle, outside the ‘pedestrians only’ hours in the city centre. (And maybe without the emphasis on attractive women passers-by and their legs ;)

i think the main featured bike, the one with a sidecar, is a BSA, but its way before my time, i’ll have to ask my dad, this is his era.. speaking of which, the lack of helmets is frightening to my ‘modern eye’, but obviously normal then..

my dad once crashed his Triumph [maybe a Tiger 100], knocked himself out, either no helmet or a very primitive helmet by todays standards, and woke up in hospital… must have been around xmas time, because as he came round his hearing returned first, and all he could hear was xmas carols been sung… my dad started to panic, was he dead? in heaven? how much trouble was he in?

as his senses returned he was greatly relieved to find it was the Sally Army ‘entertaining’ ( ‘terrifying’ in my dad’s case ) the ward…..