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RIDING life

After leaving school in 1962 and then leaving an apprenticeship after six weeks (because I decided that you had to be brain-dead to want to be an accountant; a bit short-sighted with hindsight!), I spent a few months working in the Birmingham Colmore Depot car showrooms. Just around the corner, in John Bright Street, they had a motorcycle showroom which was already starting to look a bit dilapidated. Any time that I could grab a minute I’d be around there and will never forget the kindness of the manager, the wonderful Albert Moule.

In February of 1963, a 1956 Ariel Colt, in Apple Green with chrome flashes on the tank, appeared in the showroom. It was

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