Back in 1935 you could pick up this moto for 77 quid. About five grand in today’s money. However this tractor of a bike was a commercial failure. Being expensive, non interchangeable with other Triumphs, heavyweight sidecar hack, and competition from the Austin Seven and Morris Eight motor cars. Only a few hundred were made. Though being Triumph first parallel twin it is overshadowed by Ed Turners superior Speed Twin a couple of years later; itself the precursor to half a century of models.
Used by dealers in days past to promote upcoming shop events. Triumph-Day to mark on your calendar.
“Yesterday I was expecting Tomorrow, but all I got was Today”.
Well, I would hope today was a T-Day!
What a fun banner sign to post in a cold winter day. But even better: make your second moto’cycle a car! But I do like health and savings promoted along with the all important fun.
An older poster for dealerships to advertise the qualities of the wee Cub. As it says “light, lively, better to handle”.
Times were simpler back then…
Here’s the original: Triumphs Speed Twin.
A bucolic vision of England’s scenery. Villages, churches, rolling fields and the odd country pub or two. Or take a jaunt to the coast to watch the scudding waves …
Distant times and faraway places.
G’day mates! Here’s a pretty bauble to adorn your crimbo tree this year…
Better yet… Just make your whole tree a branching of classic motorcycles like this one at the Barber Museum.
If you’ve been good this year!
Leaned over, with a streamlined fairing, speedy pace and a determined pilot aboard; this Cub is the part. Seventy Nine Tickety Boo!
The bulldog breed: symbol of masculine power. Mars the bringer of War; the spear used in the symbol of male gender. Also the alchemists symbol for iron, thought to be the red planets composition by early stargazers. It is actually Iron oxide or Hematite. Fe2O3
I would hope that rust won’t affect the diminutive Tiger Cub…
Not likely: when the booted country wanted cool they imported the works of Britain. Norton Villiers Triumph. As well as AJS. Bepi Koelliker was the roman anglophile in question bringing all vehicular things blighty to Rome.
Hadrian would be shocked!
A right looker it appears: selling the nimble featherweight attribute of the diminutive Cub in the mid fifties. This must have looked quite sharp for its day.
THIS is why I ride Triumph. As Stuart Smalley would coin: “I’m good enough, I’m smart enough, and doggone it, people like me!”
“…and that’s….. Okay!”
A Tiger gettin’ ‘hacky dorty in the mud. For effect only I’m sure; especially when the chrome is still shiny. Git yer wellies on and gan doon t’the scramblin’ field and howk away at the clarty ruts wi’ yer knobblies.
A magical note from the twin cylinder when revs rise from a lumpy burble to a high raspy whirr. When the engine is purring and the lanes smooth and clear it’s a beautiful song. A symphony of orchestrated parts moving in unison.
…are NOT suitable garb for sitting pillionward aboard a Triumph! And what curves are they referring to?
Just have a read of the adventuresome lifestyle a Triumph owner would experience by riding the legend British twin. James Bond comes to mind! Plenty of scantily clad gals as well as: skydiving, rapids in a kayak martial arts, deep sea fishing. Quite outlandish: but that’s how the sixties and seventies must have been like.
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