Years ago there used to be a feller in Northumberland who took his grandaughter out on the bike (an old Norton Commando) and he wore a masssive long leather belt that went around the two of them. It used to work a treat and she felt very secure on the back of grandads bike. One day he parked up, saw an old friend he'd not seen in years and bounded over to greet him, completely forgetting about the grandaughter strapped to his back. The poor grandaughter was flailing along behind him like a rag doll! Pure comedy and it put about 30 bikers on their knees laughing.
