Sticky – My First Rally

Although I’ve known of Sticky since the 90s, having read his articles in Scootering for many years, I only met him in the early 2000s through my husband who knew him well from living in the same town.   As well as writing for leading scooter mags, he co-created SLUK, has authored many books on the subject and built countless bikes so therefore has an in-depth insight into the scene.  

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He’s an ace mechanic and recently published the definitive story of Scooterboys as well as the third edition of his Complete Spanner’s Lambretta Manual, which is a must-buy for any Lammy owners who like getting their hands dirty.  He loves solving problems too, and has invented cool products to make life easier when working on scooters.

Sticky finds something which has been eluding some men for years…. In Romania on the Twin Town Courier tour with his BGM-kitted SX200.

The main thing I’ve learned about Sticky though is that he loves an adventure, and has ridden far and wide exploring various far-flung locations including Ukraine, Greece and Serbia.

A group of scooters at the Turkish border
Sticky’s gang at the Turkish border

He also has a vivid imagination for arranging fun stunts, and I remember clearly one Isle of Wight  where Mark Broadhurst was planning to fly a Microlight over the rideout end point in Sandown.  Jokingly, Sticky said that if he did it then he would shoot him down! 

We were hanging around in anticipation, not sure whether it was a hoax or not, but sure enough a gentle buzzing sound signalled the presence of a light aircraft over the field.  Sticky disappeared behind the clubhouse and rockets were shot into the sky, but it turned out to be another Microlight and not Broady!  It was one of those mad scootering moments which becomes legend and we still laugh about it many years later!

Here you can read about how Sticky got into scooters in the first place and the story of his first proper rally…

Sticky – My First Rally

Name : Sticky (Martin Round to the tax man but even my mum calls me Sticky)

How did you first get into scooters?

Through the usual path for someone my age; being a mod at school and then seeing scooterboys in my area and thinking that their look was much cooler and more practical than a parka and shoes with white stripes on.  At the age of 15 I got a Vespa 150 Super before I was legally old enough to ride it and got nicked on it 30 miles from home.  My dad – who knew nothing about the scooter – had to come and fetch me from the Sheerness nick.

What was your first scooter rally?

I did a couple of Phoenix Mod rallies in 1984 when I got my Vespa 50 Special legal on the road after my 16th birthday, but my first real rally was IoW 1984.

What did you ride?

By this time the 150 Super had been swapped for a Vespa 100 Sport engine to fit into the 50 Special so I didn’t need to be holding anyone up.

What job were you doing at the time?   Do you remember how much money you took for the weekend?

Job prospects in the Medway towns were pretty poor after the closure of Chatham Dockyard, but that’s not really related. This is the long summer after I’d just left school and before starting college, the last thing I wanted to do was spoil it by working. I had tons of mates who were on the dole and getting by as lifestyle scooterboys.  There will have been some wheeling and dealing and bartering to make up funds. We always found a way.

Where did you stay when you were there?

I was in a tent.  Isle Of Wight 1984 was supposedly the biggest ever UK rally.  After the mod rallies at Margate and Hastings it totally blew my mind to see the difference.  I knew I’d found my ‘home’.  Not my tent, the scooter scene…!

Were you in a club?

I can’t remember to be honest. We weren’t cool enough to join the established clubs around Medway at the time so a load of us younger ones started Ye Knights Who Say ‘NI’ SC inspired by the nonsense knights from Monty Python and the Holy Grail. I think we touched 30 members at one point a year or two later.

Group of scooterboys on the pirate ship at Blackgang Chine, Isle of Wight
Knights Who Say NI SC have fun at Blackgang Chine at the Isle of Wight.

Do you have any memories of the rally itself?  Any funny moments?

I remember getting up freezing early one sunny morning, so I thought I’d ride over to the tea wagons without getting out of my rectangular sleeping bag.  I hopped to the Vespa, and there was enough space inside the sleeping bag to kickstart it so I set off and rode to the tea bar.  Once there I pulled up and tried to put my feet down either side of the scooter, but the sleeping bag was too tight so I ended up falling flat on my side in the mud in front of the queue.  I didn’t mind everyone laughing, I liked being a clown.

Sticky and Al Terry take it in turns to batter each other’s scooter with trees!

Was the journey home eventful?

Only one incident stuck in my mind.  I was one of many who spent 50p to win Russ Mitchell’s chopper Exile which was raffled at the rally.  I was so hopeful that I’d win that I’d made arrangements for someone to ride my Vespa back while I rode the chopper (despite not being old enough or insured, but never mind that).  Obviously I didn’t win, but I was extremely relieved on the way home that I didn’t because I saw the winner stood at the roadside with an AA patrol, broken down!

80s scooterboys Knights Who Say NI SC at a Great Yarmouth rally
The Knights Who Say NI at a Great Yarmouth rally with cheap lager and ridge tents!

Do you remember what your favourite rally anthem of that period was?  What type of music were you into?

By this stage we’d been listening to a lot of Motown and Northern Soul for a couple of years.  I never really liked the ’79 Mod music.  I liked upbeat stuff like Sliced Tomatoes by the Just Brothers (later a sample for Fat Boy Slim’s Rockafeller Skank) and Boogaloo Investigator by the Matt Parsons Orchestra – these were Medway staples at the King Charles Hotel.

What was your favourite custom scooter of that era?

Undoubtedly the one that had the most impact was the Lambretta chopper Exile but IoW was awash with lovely Vespas and Lambrettas.  I’ve always loved both brands but for the first few years I only rode Vespas.

Sticky and the late Andy O’Keefe with his chop at Great Yarmouth

Do you still have a scooter now?   What do you ride?

I have several.  I’ve got an SX200 that I went around 15 countries on, for an as-yet unfinished book project.  I have a couple of old Scootering magazine project scooters (Underdog – my Quattrini SS90 and Dreadnought – my hub-centre-steered PX/T5 hybrid built for cannonball races), but the last few years I have done most miles on motorcycle-engined scooters.  I’ve got a Lammy with a Honda CRM 250 engine and I built the Mrs a 1959 Maicoletta with a Suzuki DRZ400 engine in.  Those scooters feature in my book ‘Frankenstein Scooters to Dracula’s Castle’  about a tour we did to Istanbul with Dean Orton and his daughter.

Sticky riding a Maicoletta 400 scooter
Sticky and son Sam on the Maicoletta 400

The Maico is so lovely to ride that I plan to build another for myself this winter. My old Lambretta chopper is still sitting without an engine at the back of the garage looking sad.

What do scooters mean to you now?

Scooters have been my work since the early 90s when I joined Stuart Lanning’s incarnation of Scootering Magazine as assistant editor. When Mortons bought Scootering in 2003 I did 3 issues as editor but I couldn’t handle their management style so I went freelance again and have been ever since until myself, Iggy and Tracy started SLUK. I’ve left SLUK as an owner but still contribute to it. Nowadays I’m back to authoring with the third edition of the Complete Spanners Lambretta manual just released and a commission for the book on scooterboys to follow next year.

Edward Scissorhands wall mural in Serbia with a Lambretta in the foreground
Sticky regrets not getting a haircut at this Serbian barbers!

Lately I’ve also been working on products to solve problems of scooter riding that have always irked me. The slip-on ‘SLUK Clips’ Lambretta bridge piece fitting kit is a concept I developed and produced, and the latest release is the Buzzwangle Timing kit with The Scooter Republic. There are more new products in the pipeline too.

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Back to the question though, scooters remain my lifestyle. Our Anglo-German Club (Speed Demons SC) is my family and our worldwide friends from the scooter scene are like an extended family. I still ride scooters and go to scooter events by scooter even if there’s nothing to be earned from doing so.  In fact I prefer it if I can just go without responsibilities and act like a silly kid, just as I did in 1984.  I think you’ve always been able to tell who the cool, genuine people are on the scooter scene by whether you see them riding to events; particularly ones that they have nothing to do with.  All the VFM people, the LCGB and some of the modern Vespa Club of Britain people deserve respect for that.

Group of people with two Lambrettas outside Vintage Scooters in Ioanina, Greece
At Ioanina in Greece

Thank you so much to Sticky for sharing these stories, I can’t wait to read the next installment of his escapades!  Photos kindly provided by Sticky and Mark Golding.

I can thoroughly recommend the Scooterboys book – whether you want to read all about the birth of this ‘forgotten tribe’ in Sticky’s witty inimitable style or just look at loads of brilliant photos from the 1980s.  You can buy it here or click on the link below.

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If you’d like to see more of what Sticky gets up to then you can visit his Stickyfeatures Youtube channel and there is also a SLUK channel too with all sorts of tips, reviews and entertaining nonsense.  My favourite has to be “Underdog’s Revenge” which you can watch below! 

Sticky – a post script

I had a brilliant comment on this post and thought it deserved to go in the main write-up, left by a Doug Bolt, with his story of meeting Sticky.

“In 1985 I was working as a cashier in a petrol station at Polhill in Kent. It used to be busy all the time as part of the A21 road but the new M25 opened in the valley behind and suddenly evenings were quiet and spooky on that dark bit of deserted road. It truly became a ghost petrol station.

I thought I had met true celebrity one evening when, after not seeing a customer for over an hour, Roger Daltrey stopped in for petrol and he autographed the back of a blank petrol receipt. This was in the days when you had a block of paper receipts and had you to write it out yourself! The receipt and autograph is long lost to time.

But anyway, as I say, I thought I had met true celebrity in meeting Roger Daltrey until one evening a little shit came in to the petrol station, bought some sweets, dropped two pound coins in my hand, grabbed his sweets and ran out of the door before I could ask about his change. The two pound coins were actually two fruit machine tokens!

As I had been caught shop-lifting when I was at school and my mum had beaten me up as punishment, I sort of had some empathy with the little bastid and put the money in the till from my own pocket. Shortly afterwards, as I was reading a tatty old James Herbert book called ‘The Jonah’ that I had found in the junk under the counter, I heard the sound of a Vespa pulling in to the petrol station. I looked up and there was there was this guy riding the scooter who was so tall he could’ve serviced street lights without a lift.

He was riding a Vespa 100 (I seem to remember) with a fork about five miles long. One of the most ridiculous fork extensions I’d ever seen. As he stopped next to the pump, all legs astride the small-frame scooter, I couldn’t help thinking of a spider in a matchbox. My scooter was parked outside and of course, when he came into pay we got chatting about scooters and I told him about the toe-rag and his tokens. He laughed and asked what he looked like. “I know him…” he said, “…he lives in the Fort houses down near my Mum’s.”

He took the tokens off me, jumped back on his scoot and disappeared into the night. Sometime later he came back with two pound coins in his hand that he’d got off the kids mum. So, that was my introduction to REAL celebrity and Daltrey paled into significance. Sticky, like so many thousands of people on the scene, is one of those enduring ‘stand-out’ characters that you’d only bump into from time to time at rallies and dos (…it could be the middle of Holland or a do in Bognor Regis) but you could immediately engage in conversation as though no time had passed since the last meeting. Sticky, if you’re read this, cheers for being one of the little ingredients that have made my scooter life such a tremendously exciting feast.”

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9 thoughts on “Sticky – My First Rally

  1. Shaun Golding says:

    I remember Sticky had some crazy funny times being in the Knights who say Ni SC we were all a bunch of falls haha! ! I’m the one on the far right of the Black Gang Chine IOW 84 pic. Shaun Golding still have a Primmy Et3 + PK125s

    • Karl Morgan says:

      Hi Shaun
      I remember you had a very quick vespa back in the day, whita and red if I recall….. I came over to Gillingham often from Papa Gelattos SC based in Borstal…..The Knights we’re a top bunch of guys, you, Sticky and the others, drinking at that pub near the Strand……..fond memories of many moons ago

  2. Doug Bolt says:

    In 1985 I was working as a cashier in a petrol station at Polhill in Kent. It used to be busy all the time as part of the A21 road but the new M25 opened in the valley behind and suddenly evenings were quiet and spooky on that dark bit of deserted road. It truly became a ghost petrol station. I thought I had met true celebrity one evening when, after not seeing a customer for over an hour, Roger Daltrey stopped in for petrol and he autographed the back of a blank petrol receipt. This was in the days when you had a block of paper receipts and had you to write it out yourself! The receipt and autograph is long lost to time. But anyway, as I say, I thought I had met true celebrity in meeting Roger Daltrey until one evening a little shit came in to the petrol station, bought some sweets, dropped two pound coins in my hand, grabbed his sweets and ran out of the door before I could ask about his change. The two pound coins were actually two fruit machine tokens! As I had been caught shop-lifting when I was at school and my mum had beaten me up as punishment, I sort of had some empathy with the little bastid and put the money in the till from my own pocket. Shortly afterwards, as I was reading a tatty old James Herbert book called ‘The Jonah’ that I had found in the junk under the counter, I heard the sound of a Vespa pulling in to the petrol station. I looked up and there was there was this guy riding the scooter who was so tall he could’ve serviced street lights without a lift. He was riding a Vespa 100 (I seem to remember) with a fork about five miles long. One of the most ridiculous fork extensions I’d ever seen. As he stopped next to the pump, all legs astride the small-frame scooter, I couldn’t help thinking of a spider in a matchbox. My scooter was parked outside and of course, when he came into pay we got chatting about scooters and I told him about the toe-rag and his tokens. He laughed and asked what he looked like. “I know him…” he said, “…he lives in the Fort houses down near my Mum’s.” He took the tokens off me, jumped back on his scoot and disappeared into the night. Sometime later he came back with two pound coins in his hand that he’d got off the kids mum. So, that was my introduction to REAL celebrity and Daltrey paled into significance. Sticky, like so many thousands of people on the scene, is one of those enduring ‘stand-out’ characters that you’d only bump into from time to time at rallies and dos (…it could be the middle of Holland or a do in Bognor Regis) but you could immediately engage in conversation as though no time had passed since the last meeting. Sticky, if you’re read this, cheers for being one of the little ingredients that have made my scooter life such a tremendously exciting feast.

  3. Sticky says:

    Cheers Doug for that memory. Time and tide and too much partying mean my memory is not what it was so, people with your ability to recall old event and bring them to life become all the more precious.

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