I know it well. Up through Smallthorn and when you are out of breath you are there. Used to take a girl home from the Torch, smog, ice and freezing wind all the way back.
Tilly, through Burslem was the preferred route. My scooter "fell" in the canal at Longport, but my mate god rest him had a van and would drop me and company there when I asked nicely. A bag of chips from the van in the square and I could have strode to Leek.
A bag of chips and a walk up to the moors. What more could a girl ask for?
Oh, the romance.
Sorry about your scooter. My 'then' boyfriend had one but I wouldn't ride pillion. He fell off it too many times. His didn't end up in the cut though, his Dad took it off him!
Bebbo, his name was. Why did we all have such daft names?