Even I had the wisdom at sixteen to see that asking the girl I'd never even spoken to but had secretly adored for the duration of the 'O' levels and 'Highers' to the Annual Hillwalking Club Christmas dance was risking rejection and ridicule.
All the more so when it would have meant required consent for roughly a twenty-eight mile round trip in the dark through rural Angus in mid-December, on the back of a Yamaha FS1E.
According to current science, in a multi-dimensional universe this possibility became an actuality, though even that seems barely credible...
I'd like to meet the version of myself with the confidence to have pulled that off, although he must be right up his own bottom.
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