It was at Kearsney Abbey on a sunny summer’s 60s evening when I first met Dino (as he introduced himself) and it’s a day that’s etched in my memory. Dino rode in through the gates with his mates on their scooters and he invited me to join him on my scooter, so off I rode with him to meet up with other local scooterists on the cliffs behind Dover Castle.
In brief, scooters became my passion and working in print/publishing, that original 60s scooter lifestyle inspired me to start a classic scooter magazine, which I eventually sold to a national publishing company based in Lincolnshire. After purchase, the company invited me to come and work for them on various scooter and motorcycle magazines; this resulted me and my wife, Viv (herself a Dover girl) moving from the ‘Garden of Kent’ to the ‘Vegetable Garden of England’, where we still live today.
SO, I’D JUST LIKE TO SAY ‘THANK-YOU DINO’; THROUGHOUT MY LIFE, I’VE ALWAYS ATTRIBUTED YOUR INFLUENCE WITH SETTING ME ON A LIFELONG PATH TO WHERE I AM TODAY.
Of course, life around Dino wasn’t just about scooters; one fond memory I have was hiring ‘Diesel Johnny’s’ clapped-out Commer van in which Dino, myself and several others used to go to a pop concert in Hyde Park – another memorable day.
In the 70s, Dino turned his hand be becoming a DJ and our motley gang of friends used to follow him around from disco to disco; it didn’t always go well and I remember one night when Dino was doing his set at a venue in Wingham, we were accosted by a gang of local youths who were under the impression we were a gang from Aylesham who had come onto their home turf; it was only after explaining that we were ‘with the DJ’ that we got away without any broken bones.
Over the years, I got to know (and became friends with) the Dight siblings - Dino, Alison and Vernon (RIP) and have happy memories from those times. I can understand the pain and heartbreak they are going through at this moment, along with the rest of Dino’s family. I’ll be the one wearing dark sunglasses at his funeral to hide my tears when Viv and I come down to Kent for the funeral.
Mau
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