I'm Wits Toopid

It was the best of times, it was the blurst of times…

My Grandad’s motorbike served him well from 1928 to 1935 and he travelled all over Ireland on it with his friends. But in September 1935 it came to a fiery end when the petrol tank burst into flames. Luckily noone was hurt but the bike was burnt beyond repair.

My Grandad was settling down at this stage, was about to get married and start a family. Despite being an avid bike fan he never replaced the bike and never owned a motorbike again.

For other Adventures of my Grandad, stay tuned or check out his earlier adventures:



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