Jiri's other CZ 250 Model 455 1961. Being put through its paces.
Folks, we all know that Danish people are very liberal but did you know that they are very “innovative” too? They have come up with a fantastic idea of making sure people drive within the speed limits. It might even work in Saudi Arabia and Iran where, they say, people do not pay attention to the posted speed limits. Turn on your speakers, open the attachment and watch this short video.
But you must be over 18 and have the permission of a Parent or Partner to have a look at this link.
As they used to say in Hill Street Blues, “Be Careful out there”.
Pat Brennan continues his tour of the machines that most of us never get to see or hear. It is a big world out there with lots of variety. Some of the models he touches on in this article are, Zanella, Mahnadra Mojo, Pugang. The names alone should be enough to attract you to click the link to the article.
The second part of Marios photo show with some of his vast photo collection. Enjoy watching them!
Go hona deas ar fad Mario
Terry Hines, has some really good Jawa films on youtube. They are interesting to say the least. Here is a sample.
I started off on bikes in 1976. My first bike was a CZ 250cc which I purchased on the advice of a Real Biker (leather jacket and crutches). Needless to say I have not seen him since. Christy from the Jawa Club found me and invited me to join. I went on one trip with the Club which was from Dundrum to Ballinteer, about a mile and a half or two kilometres. There were nearly 50 bikes, enough to make your own rain cloud. I felt the club was not for me and went back to enjoying my bike myself. I had the CZ for 2 years and got to grips with the basics of the machine. I did not do much other then City driving. But on my holidays I took the bike to Donegal and drove the west coast to Kinsale. I had no proper gear. I used my mother’s plastic rain coat for waterproofs.
One funny instance on the CZ was on a trip to Ennis. I had been stuck behind a bus for miles and finally got the chance to overtake. I wound the CZ up, went for it. About halfway up the bus the bike had little left and the bus accelerated. But I gave her it all and lay on the tank. Then a Daddy Long Legs flew into my helmet. With the chinstrap and wind he was trapped and I had legs and wings tickling me till I finally got in front of the bus. I had to pull in to scratch my chin and free the beast, but the bus driver’s face was priceless as he drove by.
In 1978 I traded in the nearly clapped CZ for a Jawa 350 634 model. The old Jawa Club in Ireland was breaking up at the time. Most of the members had left the country to find work, others were starting families or had migrated to bigger machines. Pat Brennan and myself decided to try keep it going. The Wednesday night in the Breffni pub in Blackrock was a weekly event. We still felt ok to drive home after 3 pints of beer. There were so many Jawas being sold in Ireland at the time that we had a steady stream of people coming and going. Pat was the technical and rebuild man as he had read the rider’s handbook. Engine rebuilds were getting so common he was snowed under so I gave a hand. I built a shed in the garden and it was rare not to have a bike in pieces on at least one of the benches. Pat was busy keeping a supply of spares in stock. A regular crew stuck to the club: Gerry, Leontia, Brian Moore, Peadar, Pat Fanning, Phil, Colman, brothers Mark and Ivan, and Brendan to name but a few. We all pretty much did our own thing, most Fridays the tent was strapped to the back of the bike for a weekend trip. A highlight every year was the spin to the National Rally in England. We were there for hail, rain and yes snow. Pat Fanning got his Velorex sidecar on one of those trips and Brian Moore had his first drink. There is something nice about bringing a bike on a ferry. You really feel you are getting away.
In 1979 Mr Brennan and myself had a lovely trip from Liverpool to Scotland and back. Freedom. A year or so later Brian Moore, Pat and myself spent a week exploring the pleasure and after effects of a cider tour of Wales. A bit of heat was desired so France was next. Out of the 30 who were originally going it ended up with Mark, Ivan and my trusty model 634. Mark’s Commando got sick so he travelled pillion on Ivan’s 750 Yamaha triple. I carried both tents as I was solo on the Jawa. San Tropez sounded good enough so that was the destination. A half hour in France and we stopped to consult a map. Planning is very important. Mark noticed a town he had heard was nice. It was only a few inches away near Belgium so we went and had a look. Then it was down the Rhine valley, Switzerland, Geneva, Mont Blanc Tunnel, Italy, Monte Carlo then St Tropez. Not the most direct route but what a spin. There were many more trips to Europe after with Brian Moore and later Breda. Routes were rarely planned but the west coast of France became the destination of choice. We learnt to travel a day and stop a day, rest the bum and take in the countryside. Breda learnt not to bring as much luggage, the you pack it and I will tie it on policy lead to some very unstable loads. Good times.
A lull in the Club Bike maintenance programme got me started on a restoration. A Jawa 350 model 360 named Anne. Lovely little bike, looked older then its years. I put a 634 crank in her and she would do 70mph but felt lovely just popping around. Next big project was an MZ TS250/1. Found one in bits but I had to take a chair with it. So I found my way onto 3 wheels. Must say I liked it. The MZ was a great starter outfit. Heavy chair and low powered engine makes you live longer. Mark borrowed it for his wedding day. What a lucky bride. It was sold to purchase a new kitchen from Woodies but I had to have another outfit so a Shadow sidecar on a 634 came next. It looked sexy but the lack of suspension was horrible. So I had to drive like Brendan with the chair in the air all the time or fix it. A Mini wheel and swing arm welded on did the trick. It was comfort extreme then unless you were Brian Moore, so big you were wedged in and could not move. Like on a trip to Glencar in Kerry in 1986. Strong wind kept the speed down to 30mph on the Naas road. The solo lads were going mad. No bypass then so after Naas it was country roads. It started to lash rain. The ditches kept the wind at bay, the slippery roads suited the sidecar, I could slide her around corners. Brian could not move and as we ploughed through puddles the water ran up the wedge shaped chair, down the front of Brian’s jacket. But we were in Glencar in 8 hours so don’t feel too sorry for him. As the dealership in Ireland collapsed the supply of stranded Jawa bikers dwindled. Lads were calling to the door asking me to take their Bikes, as they left the country. I ended up with the makings of 11 Bikes, one outfit and no room. The era of the 634 and the Jawa Club in Ireland was over. We all were mates and kept in touch but responsibility knocked. The garage got cleared out. The 634 and Anne stayed with me till 1999. In 2000 the 634 started slipping out of second gear, selector problems. Son Cathal was a week overdue so a rebuild was not on the cards. I put her out front for sale and she was gone in 3 hours. A quick end to 22 years service. Anne (Model 360) went next the same way and I tried my first Honda.
A Honda Super 4. What a change. Fast enough to frighten if you felt that way. Great brakes and handling. Plugs and oil were expensive but that and tyres were all she needed. I had her for 2 years before she was stolen. Next up the Kawasaki ER500. A great cc, big enough for anywhere you want to go but not too big for town. Simple to keep but hard enough to work on also. She stood me in good stead till Ger decided it was time to start up the Jawa Club again. Jawa Ireland are doing the importing so I had my midlife crisis and got the Jawa 250 Travel, or Silver Snail. So what is round has come around. I have returned to my roots and so far it is not a bad place to be.
The photos attached to this article are a sample showing some of the people and bikes involved. To those I left out sorry, send me a photo and I will add it.
As we come to the close of another year Here’s wishing everyone a Merry Christmas and a fabulous New Year – may it be a landmark for each personally and for the world around us Merriment, Happiness, Peace!
I am passing this on to you because it definitely worked for me today, and we all could probably use more calm in our lives. Some doctor on the radio this morning said that the way to achieve inner peace is to finish all the things you have started.
So I looked around my house to see things I'd started and hadn't finished and, before leaving the house this morning, I finished off a bottle of Merlot, a bottle of Chardonnay, a bodle of Baileys, a butle of wum, a pockage of Prunglies, tha mainder of bot Prozic and Valum scriptins, the res of the Chesescke an a box a choclits.
Yu haf no idr how bludy guod I feel rite now.
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2011 has now made its mark on the calendar. It has been an historic year. Not always filled with the things that you will delight in telling grandchildren about. But that is as good an inspiration for a new years resolution as any. The Club is one of the good things that has come out of 2010. May your support for it and the things that make you proud fill 2011.
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