Tiger Cub, a hand-me-down from my brother. Started riding it at 16 (1958). Like FJRay, found it somewhat unreliable. Seemed to spend more time with it in pieces than riding it. Cork clutch friction inserts, big end bearings - seemed to change them as often as the 1500 mile oil change interval. Luckily, its Instruction Manual showed complete disassembly and reassembly pages (still got it - the manual that is, not the Cub).
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Learnt about stripping threads in aluminium crankcases. What's a torque wrench? No torque figures given anyway.
I changed the engine when the cylinder broke away from the crankcase ("new" engine from a Cub that had caught fire), later changed the frame (a bit like your gandpop's 50-year-old yard broom) to another frame (from a Cub that had had its engine stolen), the "new" frame had swinging arm suspension! Absolute luxury!
My first brush with the law - I arrived home one day, stopped, just taking my helmet off, a police car rolls up behind. Conversation went something like:
- Policeman: "Do you know how fast you were going?"
- mcatrophy: "Well, no, not really." (mcatrophy doesn't lie. I'd not looked down at the speedometer once. In any case, too busy looking where I was going.)
- Policeman: "We couldn't keep up with you."
- mcatrophy: "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were trying to catch me." (mcatrophy doesn't lie. No mirrors on the Cub, and in all honesty no car could have kept up with me through the suburban warren where I lived, so I never bothered looking behind. In any case, too busy looking where I was going.)
- Policeman: "Is your exhaust standard, your bike sounded very loud."
- mcatrophy: "Yes, it's as supplied with the bike and unmodified." (mcatrophy doesn't lie. The exhaust was standard. What I didn't tell him was that I'd replaced the engine cams with high-lift competition cams, which did noticeably increase the exhaust sound. Probably would have invalidated my insurance. Oh, well ...)
A look at my paperwork, all in order, then his parting shot:
- Policeman: "Just watch it."
He couldn't "do" me for speeding (which I clearly was) because at that time the law required him to follow the alleged offender for quarter of a mile at an illegal speed, but I was slowing for junctions and corners then accelerating away.
Finally got rid of it when I couldn't get a rebored cylinder to accept the oversized piston without seizing after a few miles, and I got job that enabled me to afford a car. Thus started my 36 years in the wilderness..