In 1978, my dad, a former employee of Meriden Triumph, decided that at the age of 39, it was time for meager work and time to become the all-know, omnipotent, intelligent arse that did bossing; he qualified to be a teacher. That alone is not all that remarkable, an unforgettable event aside from one thing; he convinced my mom that every week, when he was on a bike, he was only really good at moving from the Midlands to Liverpool and back.
That's just some super star manipulation, and it worked. It worked. A short trip later on to a local dealer with the CAC 726 T–a beautiful candy red and black export model Triumph Bonnevilles T140V / E (the T140V and E combination were made in February 1978). I've been seven years of age. Forty years later, because of the Bonnie alone, I still remember that time. (You can actually read here about my first Bonnie experience).
Dad was a badass. The Bonnie was all that was cool; the fashion, sound and smell were just an overweight of the 7-year-old senses, and until now I recall the ringing noises while the headers froze, and after touching it, I left a large amount of flesh in my finger on one of the header pipes because I was fascinated by blueing.
infographic by: timeless2wheels.com
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