By Dave Tooley
Pete Thomas was the tall guy with the deep baritone voice
who was the mastermind behind our flame red Solent City Scooter
Club banners we all proudly displayed across the front of our
bikes. Everybody who was a Club member had one.
They were laboriously individually hand made by only Pete
himself, and must have taken ages to produce.
I seemed to have the idea he was an Art student, but Colin
Thompson seemed to think differently, so I stand corrected.
Pete was another of those members who would turn out, rain
or shine, for the regular Sunday runs on his Li 150cc
Scooter. I remember him reluctantly agreeing to take me
as pillion to Stoney Cross out in the New Forest one Sunday
when my bike had decided to throw a wobbly. We had a
quick practice run down the road, and he quickly realised my
pathetic wimpy 8 stone frame wasn’t going to affect his bikes
performance in the slightest. His bike never seemed to
want to start on the kick-start lever, and we always had to
bump start it before we went anywhere.
He was another one of those club members who just one day
disappeared and was never seen again.
I think there must be an alternative universe somewhere full of
old and disappeared Scooter Club members, though I think the
demon ‘CAR’ had a lot to do with it.
If it hadn’t been for my transformation across to Scooter
Racing I would probably have gone the same way after I acquired
my car license, though I really missed the social side of the
club when it all suddenly ended.