The bag you're thinking of is called a musette. They still use them for handing out food on races. The jersey was blue with a white hoop across the middle, with red sleeves (at least it was in the 70's). I used to have one but it was a horrible nylon one and somehow it has shrunk over the years :-)
I also remember Steve Heffernan and there was another pro called Tony Gowland who I think was a member of the club in the mid-70s'. He raced in the London six day at Wembley on at least one occasion.
I also have to admit I shaved my legs but as I am rather hairy, it was a messy job so I only did it a couple of times, after that couldn't be bothered. I gave up tubs once I stopped racing. One of my mates is still racing - he just chucks them away if punctured - how times have changed.
The name Carl rings a bell but his surname doesn't. I am trying to think of the names of fellow club members from my time. There was a lad from Yorkshire called Paul Shuttleworth who something at London University and spoke with a thick Yorkshire accent. There was a cockney plumber called Adrian Mitchell and another guy called Paul Dodd (or Dodds). They were all older than me,probably in their 20 or 30's. There was a schoolboy my age called Laurence Wolff who turned out to be the son of TV boffin Heinz Wolff.
You lot are bringing back a lot of my memories!
The bag you're thinking of is called a musette. They still use them for handing out food on races. The jersey was blue with a white hoop across the middle, with red sleeves (at least it was in the 70's). I used to have one but it was a horrible nylon one and somehow it has shrunk over the years :-)
I also remember Steve Heffernan and there was another pro called Tony Gowland who I think was a member of the club in the mid-70s'. He raced in the London six day at Wembley on at least one occasion.
I also have to admit I shaved my legs but as I am rather hairy, it was a messy job so I only did it a couple of times, after that couldn't be bothered. I gave up tubs once I stopped racing. One of my mates is still racing - he just chucks them away if punctured - how times have changed.
The name Carl rings a bell but his surname doesn't. I am trying to think of the names of fellow club members from my time. There was a lad from Yorkshire called Paul Shuttleworth who something at London University and spoke with a thick Yorkshire accent. There was a cockney plumber called Adrian Mitchell and another guy called Paul Dodd (or Dodds). They were all older than me,probably in their 20 or 30's. There was a schoolboy my age called Laurence Wolff who turned out to be the son of TV boffin Heinz Wolff.
Do you think a PCC re-union is on the cards?