When I was a kid, about 14 or so, my sister's boyfriend (who used to turn up on the loudest BSA Starfire I've ever heard) got hold of one of these bikes for me, a Garelli Tiger Cross, for free. It wasn't running, but all there and in decent cosmetic nick. I got as far as shining a torch down the plug hole and seeing a piston with a lunar surface. Trouble was, I knew nothing about sorting bikes out and there was no one with the time or inclination to lend me a hand (oh, boo-hoo). So, it languished in the shed and when, about 18 months later, I was old enough to have a 50cc moped on the road, instead of this exotic acne-magnet, I got one of my dad's cast-offs, the humiliating NVT Eazy Rider. I only had myself to blame (and, pathetically, continue to do so). MP
Thanks to Vintage Bike for the pic, though I've seen it all over the place.