Well I guess as I'm a late commer to Motorcycling I owe my thanks for my choice of bike to my Mum & Dad. They were big bikers back during the mid to late 1950s, Dad being a police motorcyclist riding Triumph 500s with the local force.
I grew up hearing the many tales of their adventures whilst holidaying across Europe, they went as far as Italy, France and Spain on a number of occasions. This was a brave thing back then as like today there were no spares for Brit bikes on the continent. Europe was still in recovery mode from the last war.
My problem was as soon as I turned 16 I turned down the chance for a 'moped' yuk! because it was not a *real* motorbike and I thought I may as well remained turning pedals on my push bike. As soon as I turned 17 I got my 4 wheels licence and since then and up untill two years ago I never bothered with two wheels, BUT I always took an interest in Brit bikes! and I supposed deep down I hankered after one.
It was not untill four years ago that the oppotunity arose while we were in Scotland and I saw an old Brit bike go past... The chrome shone! and the bark from the silencers sounded good. I was hooked! Along with my mid-life crisis
I easily puesuaded the wife to get one. Ebay was the first and obvious place to look and although there was some good looking machines there... An A7 Shooting Star just like my parents bike back in the later fifties. We decided to go and look elsewhere and not purchase on ebay.
The fool and his money are easily parted or so they say. An excellent example in my case, although I have been extremely lucky because my A10 has been a real joy with no problems what so ever. I knew NOTHING about bikes back then, wet sumping meant nothing to me either. But it has been an excellent learning process because its such an easy bike to work on. I am unlikely to be rid of it for a long time because of the joys it brings. My kids who love riding with me will have long lasting memories of their adventures of being on the back with me. Something that I missed out on in my youth.
The pictures below are of Mum & Dad on their BSA A7 Shooting Star somewhere midway in Spain 1958.