Sir, – The rising price of fuel has a particular and rather painful resonance for those of us in a certain vintage bracket. This week I filled my car with diesel and discovered, to my astonishment, that the total exceeded the price of my first motorbike.
That bike was a sprightly second-hand Honda 50, acquired when I was 17 and convinced that two wheels and a tank of petrol represented absolute freedom.
It may have cost less than the contents of my fuel tank today, yet it managed to transport me everywhere: to school, to work, to improbable adventures, and occasionally even home again.
Half a century later, the same sum barely moves a modest saloon from one side of Dublin to the other. If prices rise further, I may be in the market again for a “nifty fifty”. – Yours, etc,
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GEOFF SCARGILL,
Bray,
Co Wicklow.
