I grew up in the back of a sidecar. My earliest childhood memories consist of peering out through a fugged-up perspex window at my father as he piloted a Norton 600 single and later a P&M Panther 650 through the English countryside (usually in the wet and cold). I also recall days and nights disrupted by the inevitable breakdown – along with hoping all the while that we would, eventually, reach our destination 
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I notice in the Telegraph’s Motoring column that the sidecar is an option for a biker’s last ride. The reverend Paul Sinclair offers a unique funeral service – a sidecar hearse. Although he is a Pentecostal minister, he offers non-religious funerals to those who do not share his faith. Indeed, on one occasion, the hearse took a detour on its way to the crematorium via the incumbent’s local pub where the assembled party paid their last respects.
Well, there’s going out and there’s going out in style…..
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