My Dad is a biker. For as long as I can remember there has always been at least one motorcycle in his garage or driveway. Deep down his heritage guides his taste in bikes, he loves old Brit iron. That didn’t stop him from having everything from a 125 Honda to a 750 Ural (that we spent more time pushing than riding). The current stable has, I believe six or seven old British bikes ranging from a 1920’s Triumph to a 1960’s BSA A65.
Like most enthusiasts having the bikes is not enough, he also had a massive collection of Classic Bike magazines and there was always a pile of these dream-makers in the dunny (translation; toilet, bathroom, WC). I spent many, many hours in the dunny when I was a kid drooling over these magazines and dreaming of being big and the bikes I would one day have; Brough Superior SS100, Vincent Black Shadow, BSA Goldstar… One bike however stood out above all the others in terms of desirability, a Triton with a polished aluminium Lyta tank. This was THE bike that I vowed would one day grace my driveway. This blog is the story of making that dream in to a reality. Well almost.
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