Third-hand Garelli Tiger cross at 16........ yellow & black are supposed to be warning colours


What a heap, hideously unreliable..italian Electrical wiring weaved by blind widows in a dungeon, stupid pedals which caught my boney ankles..sounded like a cracking, cackling firework in a dustbin...dogs hated it, possible the acoustics .... they always chased me on that bike..maybe thet recognsed a fellow hound-dog

I remember peeing on the engine more than a few times when it 'nipped up' -despite using expensive bell-ray two stroke oil
The clouds of foul-smelling steam did not impress the passing old grannys

When it was running we did daft things like have races over the half-built leisure centre....... other lads had a SS50 with C70 barrell, AP 50 and a Fandria 50...oh and a vespa scooter that suffered a 'broken back' when 3 of us took a jump on it me and my bro were squatting in each footwell
Oh and we went through a phase of wallpapering our helmets for some strange reason



Some daft cult thing perchance?
