A young man who worked at the Pashley factory (where the TSR was made), fell head over heels in love with a girl. Alas, his amour was not quite reciprocated. As a last, desperate romantic gesture, he ordered up this TSR as an ultimate display of true and abiding affection. He lovingly supervised its assembly through the factory, and upon completion, presented it to the object of his affections. She rode it once - and promptly dumped him and the bike.
Heart-broken and wanting to rid his life of her memories, he put the bike up for a quick sale. Former frequent poster here, EvilV (who definitely lives up to his moniker ), drove down to the South of England to buy it. EvilV kept it for a few months, but suffered some injury and never did ride it much. So, he declared on this Forum that he planned to get rid of it.
When I read the post on my computer here in California, I decided I had to have it. But...the bike was in the North of England! What to do, what to do.... Read this thread for the excellent adventure that followed - SesameCrunch's Excellent Adventure