Thursday, 1 January 1981

Good Bye Stinkies

Eventually tiring of having to decoke the engine and exhaust, snapping piston rings as I put it all back together, I discovered the four stroke engine.

BHP per litre may be down, but it was goodbye to the blue haze for ever.

This one was bought in early 1981 from a young farmer, a pal of my brother. Frankly, it was a heap of shite when I handed over the £70 for it. My dad took one look and just walked away. It was caked in mud. Mud filled the insides of the mugards. The handgrips were knackered so the handlebars were full of mud. Even voids in the frame were filled with mud. And it had no stand. But I hada little cash to spend rebuilding it; which is what I did.

The little OHC single motor was bomb proof; so required little more than a good service; new air-filter, points & plug, fresh oil & oil-filter. And a ton of mud removing from the fins.

The frame was stripped & repainted. I replaced the many broken and worn-out parts - levers, mirrors, grips, stand, cables, chain, spokets, brakes etc. Then gave it a good polish and it looked like a different bike.

It spent much of the summer, after I'd left school, thrashing around the local country lanes. Great at night with 6v electrics. Applying the brakes meant the brake-light came on. And the headlight dimmed. So best thing was to avoid braking for corners.

Oh, and applying the air horn (honest!) would stall the engine.

And of course this little bike got me through my test. First time. When I sold it as part-ex for the CB400, the dealer gave me £170 for it, which chuffed me no end. The only bike I ever made money on.

Tuesday, 1 January 1980

Early Daze

This is where it all started for so many spotty youths back in the late 70's and early 80's.

The one and only Yamaha Fizzie. Mine could do a ton, yeah honest.

I bought this off a mate of mine; it had belonged to his brother before him. Even though it had been thrashed in it's time, it had been lovingly cared for; new parts where needed, the frame repainted.

This was the first bike I ever rode. My mate let me have a go in his garden, and I rode it straight into his mums rose bushes. But I was hooked, and I had to have it when he said it was up for sale. When a savings policy matured, I spent the whole lot on the bike.

Which went down lik a pig in a Synagogue at home.

And never looked back since (well, except when pulling out. And the 'life-saver' of course).