WAY WE WERE
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I always liked sprung-hub Thunderbirds, but couldn’t afford one. In 1971, when I was 17, Devey’s Motorcycles in Wolverhampton took pity on me and gave me a baby one – a Tiger Cub! Abandoned at the shop by a customer, it was a battered non-runner. But it was free, and came with a bag of rear fork parts. I then pushed it eight miles home and sorted it out. The bag of parts puzzled me, but the reason why they were thrown in became clear when one rear fork snapped after the first 50 miles! It bounced like a box of frogs and needed constant spannering, but was great fun. Phil The Horse, Ironbridge, Shropshire