I seem to have been a bit naughtier than most, so far.....
I vividly remember being an uncomfortable passenger, wedged on the back of the racing seat of a noisy 650cc Norton on the way from East London to Johnson's Cafe, on the A20 near Brands Hatch, in the '60s
The lads were always trying to see how fast they could get their bikes to go between the cafe and the roundabout. The aim was to put a song on the jukebox and ride past Brands Hatch to the next roundabout and back before it stopped playing.
My Mum would have had a fit if she'd known - so it is a good job she never found out, isn't it!