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My friends and I used to make these all the time. There was a skip at the end of the road and every time someone dumped an old pram, we would have the wheels off in no time. Scrounge a bit of wood from somewhere and Bob’s your Uncle! My brother’s little mate was often our test pilot because he was the smallest and he was utterly fearless. Poor Richard Hope. He would start barrelling off down the hill and he would call out “Where’s the brakes?”