My dad bought his first new Claud Butler on a pay weekly basis.
It got pinched and was later recovered by the police when they raided a garage and found loads of bikes all painted black and because dad knew his frame number he could claim it.
This was after various telling offs by his mum for being silly paying as much as he did for his bike.
That he bought from Bob Stokes in Coventry if I remember how the story goes
Today is my Seventy-eighth birthday and I’m not doing much
Today is my Seventy-eighth birthday and I’m not doing much
Today is my Seventy-eighth birthday and I’m not doing much