Me and my mate used to ride out to RAF Cowden bombing range as a kid, we used to collect bits of shells off the beach and fire ball bearings at the A10's with my catapult while they was using the strafing range (yes I was a naughty child
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It was a 7 mile trip each way and one sunny day, we were riding home when my mate got a flat tyre.
We pushed his bike to a village telephone box and phoned his old man to pick him up.
So there we were, sat at the side of the road comparing our findings.
We had allsorts of twisted shapes of metal and the concrete ends of various dummy rounds but pride of place was this blue thing that resembled a little bomb that we was convinced we could sell at school and make a few quid out of
Believe me, Richard Branson had nothing on me and my mate Pete. Golf balls liberated from the fairway at the local golf club / daffodils off the back of farmers trailers in the springtime was always a good little earner
Anyway about 30 minutes later, his old man turns up, removes the front wheel of his pushbike and they both drive off without me so I looked down at the 2 carry bags, grabbed mine and when nobody was looking I swung the bag around my head a few times and let it fly off into the field.
Well there was a chuffin big bang and lots of nice orange smoke
Believe me, I had 38 mph on the speedo out of my 5 geared racer on the way home
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