Mod or Rocker ?

Most of us will remember these young people.   Whether we watched them on the news with our parents tutting, or have watched old footage.   The mods looking like Clones on their Lambretta's with long aerials and a fluffy tail on the top or rockers with heavy shoes/boots and heavy dark looks as well.
During that time, did you ever think, I would like to be one of them, and if so which ?  (or perhaps you were one).   and if you told your parent, probably got a clip round the ear.    Mrs Bouquet   

Sorry too young, 😂 I did eventually own a pair of Oxford bags & a pair of wedge heels which I thought I looked the bees knees in, but not sure that made me ‘anything’ I preferred Motown to the 70s pop music of the day( older sister influence) still like it today but never went to any Northern Soul, but girls in my class did.

You've brought back some memories here Mrs. B! 

'Proper' mods had Lambrettas, whereas I had a hand-painted and rather clapped out Vespa, and another member of our informal group had a BSA Bantam 125cc motor bike, which was quite lucky because he was a rather plump lad and could therefore be relied upon to be bringing up the rear behind me (not being last was a matter of pride, and involved taking considerable risks, especially as I decided that specs and crash helmet together was not a good look, so usually dispensed with either one or the other. )

Sunday afternoon burn-ups round the Sussex countryside were a regular feature, often finishing up in Bexhill for a tiny, shrivelled up burger at the Wimpey bar, the only place open on a Sunday afternoon in those days.

As you can probably tell from the eclectic mix of machinery, we didn't class ourselves as mods (probably thought we were above that sort of thing, but in truth were probably secretly afraid of being beaten up by the local Rockers!    )

We used to hang out at Johnson's Café near Brands Hatch, riding up and down 'death hill' just to be seen. Some riders were maniacs though, used to put a record on the jukebox run to get on the bike, ride down the hill, round the roundabout and back before the record stopped. One of our gang went under a lorry when it pulled across in front of him and he couldn't stop in time. That slowed everyone up for a while...