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Patrick Batty… Anyone remember when the Mods & Rocker hit town & there was a battle on the beaches between them. My first vehicle was a Vespa scooter which I soon exchanged for a motorbike so you could say I was both a Mod & a Rocker but I wasnt involved in this battle in 1964.
Mick Knights… I was out of town camping with a few friends, I do remember being stopped by the boys in blue when we tried to get back into town on the Sunday. I did take a ride along the sea front on my elderly Vespa 125cc where there were lines of abandoned scooters, as their owners had been marched out of town and we’re not being allowed back to collect them. These days that kind of policing would most probably be against their human rights!
John Williams… I was one parked outside The Albion down from Peckham
Jan Warren… Love this …… and Quadraphenia is one of my all-time fave films!!
John Williams… Well it was just like that we were good boys
Mick O’Dowd… I was there. I worked in what is now the Italian Way by the Roundabout & Fountain. Watched it all happen from upstairs window.
Alan Esdaile… I remember being on the West Hill with my mates, collecting all the discarded Corona bottles and taking them back to the shop to get back the deposits.
Dave Nattress… Greatly nostalgic. I do recall troubles on and off, although I was only 11 in 64. Later when at Hastings College several class-mates came over from Eastbourne on scooters – mainly or maybe exclusively Lambrettas. Bexhill, where I lived, also has its fair share of scooters and all in all, lots of mates had scooters or bikes. Some of my friends now have pukka bikes. My old man, when asked by me, to lend me a few quid to buy a Yamaha 80 in about 1969 said no, you’ll kill yourself, wait till you’re 17 and get a car – which I did. A few good mates have gone, bikes/cars. Does anyone recall the Hell’s Angels “Branded” chapter based around Bexhill and Hastings for a few years. Several mates were in and often the guys used to drink at the Castle in Town Hall Square Bexhill.
Chris Sambrook… I was 11 in 1964. We lived along Bexhill Road. There was a constant roar of Motorbikes. 2 Mods broke down outside our house. My Mum invited them in for a Cup of Tea. From what i remember they seemed ok and grateful. They manged to get their scooter repaired and mum said to them stay out of trouble. To be fair my Mum & Dad later said they would have done the same for the Rockers.
Pete Fisher… watched the Mods being marched out of town from my bedroom window in Fairlight Road…
John Williams… We was not marched we was assisted lol. We slept in the cave at top of rock nore cambered up there good fun.
Pete Fisher… sorry, I meant gently guided…!!! (I was only 9!)
Tony Davis… I can remember the man who lived opposite me in Plynlimmon Road has one of these big Ford Consul cars and he drove me around town in it to see all the mods and rockers. I was about 11 at the time. I remember us driving around the roundabout outside the Italian Way three of four times. Think the IT was called Iorio’s then.
John Williams… There you go me and my old mum on my scooter in Peckham up the mods
Chris Leek… Takes me back, I remember I had never seen so many people on the sea front and the noise and when I got up to the west hill they were up there to.
Jan Warren… Yeah Dave I remember all the bikes and scooters in Bexhill, we all used to hang out on the seafront in Fortes Coffee Bar and “Ags”, the Amusement Arcade, especially downstairs where they had a juke box and pinball machines!! – I also remember The Castle pub being a bit of a bikers pub in those days!!
John Williams… We slept in the cave at top of rock nore cambered up there good fun
Monica Bane… I remember so well! Living in Tackle way when they all jumped off the hill in front of my house!
Madeline Scalliwags Reade… I remember it so well. My parents had the Guest House over the top of Faggins. The police were chasing them up Oak passage blowing their whistles.
Jeanette Griffiths… I was 10 and remember standing on Winkle Island watching all the scooters coming down The Bourne. We were always a biker family so more sympathetic towards the Rockers. A much more innocent time when lads having a punch up didn’t involve knives and guns, just fists (mostly)