This year’s event was again a great success thanks to all who attended and made this event so popular.
Friday saw me arrive at the camp site to be greeted by old friends and folk who became new friends, as the weekend evolved. Unfortunately the time with Oliver was short due to ill health, (we must have an award for short attendance). Look forward to getting to know you better next year Oliver. By the time night fell 22 people had enjoyed meeting up, chatting drinking beer, cider or wine at this classic venue. A good night’s sleep was had by most, ready for the next day to unfold.
Saturday dawned dry, mixed cloud with shy sunshine but not so shy midges (little sods). I received a call from my old pal Pete who had charging problems and needed a charged battery, so taking one out of my trusty 350. Robin and I set out to the rescue, we got Pete on the way, and let Harriet do a job of charging Pete's battery on the ride-out. Silver Dee did another lovely job of leading the ride-out of 70 miles, into Tramore for lunch at Misty's for quality fish and chips. Refreshed we all enjoyed the Copper Coast road with a photo stop on the way, ice cream in Dungarvan then on to Ballymacarbry for a glass of stout for some of us before an enjoyable ride over the mountain to Powers the Pot.
Upon return Henry Price got Peters bike charging again, thanks Henry you are a gent. Prizes were given, Silver for leading the ride-out, Karl Szalcsak for long Distance 1,900klm(from Vienna) on his Jawa 362. Long distance lady to Sharron Peaker 600 miles, long distance pillion to Lesley Price. Bike that got most interest bike to John Briggs Diesel bullet. Best modern Enfield to Robin with his Crusader GT.
After the prize giving a fine dinner, by Niall the site owner, was devoured. Entertainment was provided by Matt, Colm, Sean, Robert, Tim, Declan and the spectacular voice of Silver Dee. I thank you all so much as well the dancing of Sharron and Maria.
A late night with the gentle lullaby of the falling rain. Sunday dawned dry to put a smile on our faces. As the early morning became mid-morning folk set off home thinking of the next meet up to make the best of the last of the summer wine.
I thank you all for attending and making Powers the Pot another great success.
On September the 25th -27th of September Hungry Hill Royal Enfield weekend will be taking place, at Adrigole West Cork, Hungry hill hostel and camp site is at the foot of the Healy pass. Telephone no is 02760228. Jawa folks are welcome and MZ, CZ.
Regards to all my Jawa friends
John B Nicholls
As of yet we do not have a rally report of the MZ weekend in Ballacolla. But I can confirm that the weather played its part. It was perfectly dry. The event was well attended and ran like clockwork under Pat Bs guidance, (with the watchful eye of Big Jim and Catherine everpresent). The ride out went well, the pace suited the mixture of size and age of bikes and pilots alike.
We were deeply saddened by the news of Paula Bridges' passing. Our heartfelt condolences to Ian and family on this saddest of occasions.
"What we have once enjoyed, we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes part of us." -Helen Keller
A short comment from me on the weekend of 21-23 August 2015, Powers The Pot. It was the first Royal Enfield event I’d attended there, and it will not be the last. We – the broad-church JAWA/ČZ and MZ fraternity – had held rallies at Powers the Pot for many years up till (I think) 2001. Thereafter, the termination of hostel space prompted us to locate elsewhere. A huge pity in many ways, as the place is excellent. But some of us creaking-back types can’t hack it in tents any more. Niall (the Boss) was kind enough to let me sleep on a huge couch next door to the kitchen this time.
So then, the rally? One thing that struck me was what an amazingly friendly crowd the Royal Enfielders are. I wound up with a bunch of people introducing themselves. I mean, we in our Club are matey, right enough, but these folks were even more so. Having John Nicholls organising the weekend was a guarantee of success on its own, but then meeting Henry and Lesley Price, John Briggs, Matt Reid, Robin, and a load of others – well, no end of a good time. I wound up at Niall’s gargantuan Saturday evening meal at a table with Henry and Lesley, Karl Szalcsak, Peter Redmond, John Nicholls and (from a height at the bar) Sean O’Boyle. The conversation was like something from a very friendly asylum. Roll on next year’s bash!
Must mention: Henry Price runs Price Part Motorcycles http://www.pricepartmotorcycles.co.uk/page_2219102.html in Gloucestershire, experts on fitting Chinese Yanmar-clone diesel engines into Royal Enfield rolling chassis. John Briggs was a very friendly gentleman who’d ridden across on his diesel RE. A fabulous job it was, complete with disk front brake and belt final drive. It had me drooling!
I rode there and back on my faithful MZ Skorpion 660, a machine that rewards me with amazing fuel economy if I ride it like a 125cc with a plastic conrod. Which is what I invariably do. Age withers and the years condemn ...
AGood morning from Darkest Africa Mick! All well here. Very few motorbikes here but one guy has just started selling some! Chinese make - I'll attach a few photos; price is less than €1,000!!!!!!! (175 / 200 / 250). Apart from that we're busy here with all the usual - here's a story from last Friday which will give you an idea of what we're up to.
A Long and Rambling Story…with a happy(ish ending). I’ve been accused of making up these stories - I don’t; the only change from reality are the names.(Some of the children in Sables, even though they stay with us full-time, do have relatives, perhaps a parent, perhaps an aunt or grandmother. If they do we need to get a signature giving permission for the child to stay with us; sometimes getting these signatures involves a lot more than just presenting someone with a piece of paper). Tom is looking very smart indeed; he’s dressed from head to toe in new clothes and shoes; he’s even more charming than ever, with a bigger smile than ever (and that’s saying something). Today we’re off to find his mother to get her to sign a new consent form. Anyway, we drove the 55k to close to where Tom had lived, then walked a bit through the bush to a small cluster of mud huts. Tom’s mother was no longer there; she was so ill she had been taken to a relative’s home about 20k away. Tom’s two brothers were there, however, two little lads aged six and eight and they were looking after themselves as best they could. There was a happy re-union when they met Tom, lots of smiles all round. We all piled into the Ranger (that vehicle has done some serious work!) and travelled on and, to cut a very long story just a tiny bit shorter, we found Tom’s Mam. She was very weak, obviously seriously ill; she was thrilled to see her sons and they were thrilled to see her. Madam Loveness got talking and got the whole story: She is thirty-one years old, has five children from 19 to 6 (yes, do the maths yourself); the two eldest children have moved away with families of their own, leaving her with three children to look after. She was too ill to cope so she sent Tom to Kabwe to find her sister and seek help. Tom walked along the railway tracks, eventually reaching Kabwe but he could not find his aunt and, with nowhere to go, he lived on the streets. That was where Madam Loveness and Mr. Eoin found him, took him to Sables and probably saved his life. We sat in a mud hut in the bush and listened to this lady tell us her life story; it would bring tears to a stone.
A quick phonecall to Madam Regina in the hospice (another wonderful lady, more about her at another time), and we’ve got a place reserved; we load up again and we all head back to Kabwe - Tom, his two young brothers and his Mam; the mother has a small plastic bag with all her belongings, the boys have nothing except what they’re wearing - and that’s not much.
We arrive at the Ranchhod Hospice (our volunteers will know it well); a thought strikes me - what must it be like to be driven through the gates of a hospice with your three young children sitting next to you? Madam Regina takes over; L is warmly welcomed, made comfortable and instantly looks happier, more comfortable; while she’s settling in Madam Regina gives the boys a quick check-over and, happily, they’re in reasonable physical condition. When L is settled in, the three boys go to her room to say goodbye; poignant stuff this.
Onwards to Sables then and as we drive in the children all crowd around to welcome Tom and his brothers. The two newcomers are whipped off - by the children - and shown around; the eyes are popping out of their heads with wonder - the playground, the dog Blaise, their beds (the first beds they will ever have slept in); one of the lads, Bobo, appoints himself as Director of Welcomes (An Bord Fáilte?) and soon Sables’ latest residents are shining from top to bottom, are clothed in brand new clothes and shoes and are eating some of Madam Judith’s nshima, karpenta and cabbage. After such a whirlwind day, one can only wonder what’s going through their minds!
We leave them all to it. So, at the end of a moving day: L is comfortable in the hospice with the best of care and attention; her three young sons are safe and sound in Sables; in the words of one of our previous volunteers - “There’s good work going on here”. Can’t argue with that..
Our good friend Karl – or “Koarrl” in Vienna-sprache – is a guy I’ve known since the Jawa-CZ Owners Club rally in Holbeach (Lincs) in 2004. Since then, he’s come up every year from Vienna to meet us when we’re on holiday in the Vysočina region of the Czech Republic.Karl arrived at my place in Bray on 20 August from Rosslare, 130 kms in constant rain, so he was soaking wet. His machine was a 1971 JAWA Californian 350cc two-stroke twin. After a shower and a clothes change, he was ready for a trip to the Harbour Bar for local Wicklow Wolf beers. Later, we went to the Porter House (another bar) for food. Then back to my shack before we got too plastered.
We travelled down together the next day. Luckily, Karl could tolerate my usual 60-100 kph cruising speeds. We got to Powers the Pot in the early afternoon, and met the other attendants. Karl got a lot of attention when he told people who’d asked him how far he had ridden, “from Austria”. I think he had a very good time at the rally. A lot of people helped him to do so, at any rate.
Karl arrived home safely afterwards. In his text message he told me he’d broken a part off the centre stand, and that an exhaust bracket needed welding. But the biggest problem that needed repairing when he got home was ... the dishwasher. I believe he’s since fixed it.
My name is Jan and I´m working in MOTO JELINEK. In business since 1992, when our first shop in Zlín (Czech republic) was opened, we selll parts for Jawa and other makes of motorcycle. Family company, racing and motorsport tradition. We hold stock of around 2500 parts, and we increase this every year. Spare parts for Jawa, Stadion, Babetta, Simson, Jawa 350, Jawa 550 & more mopeds and motorcycles...
Some days ago we started our new e-shop with Jawa parts. www.jawaparts.com
Best regards Jan
When someone is good it looks so easy.
International JAWA Day was originally started by the JAWA club in America. What a great idea it is. A day when JAWA riders world wide take to the road, show their bikes and have a bit of me time. JAWA are a worldwide brand, with a history in more countries then they presently have dealerships in, so on July 12 a little cloud of blue 2 stroke could be seen from space as JAWA’s took to the road. In Ireland July is holiday season but this year I was up for the challenge. A mention in the JAWA Motorcyclist only drew one reply. Noddy (Pat G) was on to join me. Cathal my son was delighted as he was looking forward to seeing the JAWA 250 Cali that Pat is now the proud owner of. The weather on the day played ball, as we pulled into the car park at the Spawell Pat was there ready for us. Sadly the Cali was undergoing minor repair after the Skerries Classic run so Pat G was piloting his wife’s 250 Honda. No time was wasted; we headed for the high ground. Up past the Hellfire club, so named because of its chequred history. The Hellfire Club is a place of Evil, of Terror and of Death. Built in the Eighteenth century on the site of a sacred Stone Age tomb, The Hellfire Club was constructed in a spirit of blasphemy and sacrilege. The young bucks who built it said it was a hunting lodge. It’s real purpose – the worship of The Devil! Cursed from the very beginning, the aristocratic members of The Hellfire Club used this place as a headquarters for their wild debauchery. These rich young men liked nothing better than sex and drinking. And murder! It is now visited mainly by dog and hill walkers but it has seen many a girl become a woman and boy a man even to this day.
With such a history we of course kept going up onto the Military Road. The Military Road runs north-south across the spine of the Wicklow Mountains. It was constructed between 12 August 1800 and October 1809, in the wake of the 1798 rebellion, to open up the mountains to the British Army. To assist them in putting down the Irish insurgents who were hiding there. The road normally offers fantastic views of the mountains but the mist had yet to lift so the JAWA’ s weaved their way through the cloud enjoying the splendid isolation that fog surrounds you with. Being constructed on bogland the road twists, turns and sinks through uncluttered Mountain past quarry lakes and Glencree. Glencree is home to the German pilots killed in the second world war. Their remains were brought from around the country and buried here. Glencree is also famous for the Irish Peace and Reconciliation Centre dedicated to transforming violent conflict and building peace. Or as we Irish would say the only town in Ireland without a pub. We continued on a pace as in truth we were only 20 minutes from Dublin. Our first stop was over a quarry lake. These lakes formed by ancient glaciers are painted black by the surrounding bogland. The sky was clearing as we headed on to Sally Gap. At the crossroads we decided to head by Lough Dan and Lough Tay. It was here we made our second stop. It is impossible not to take time to view these landmarks. Pat G took the Snail for a little run back over the road we had travelled. He wanted to see how the Cali would feel when she had over 50,000 on the clock. He has yet to get used to having to rev the little 250 engine on the open road. As we noted on back roads the bike just trundles along but if you take it on motorways then you have to rev the engine to get anywhere. The bike will take it but it takes getting used to as a pilot. Which is why I like the back roads. The next stop was Laragh. A popular bike halt. After looking over the car park we settled down to coffee. The 250’s were the smallest engines there. We also noted that all of the bikers are grey and bald. The recession has once again robbed us of our 30 year olds. Dublin has not faired as badly as the rest of the country on this loss but it is still evident. It is a social price that similar to the banking dept. will be with the country for its future, what would our fortune be if we were able to keep the bulk of our most productive, most educated, 30 year old population. Yet the coffee was good, the sun was out and the road inviting. So we mounted up again and took the road to Roundwood. At 238 meters above sea level, Roundwood is one of the highest villages in Ireland. We struck out left for Newtown Mount Kennedy. Then followed the back road past the Sugar loaf into Enniskerry. This Gave us the pleasure of driving through the scalp into Dundrum. A short spin, in excellent company, we are fortunate to have so much history and spectacular geography on our doorstep. What a good idea International JAWA day was to get us out to enjoy it. Hopefully more will take part next year although we will never match the sheer number that they achieve in India.
As Autumn is upon us and bikers everywhere are making the best use of any sunny or even dry days it is time to be thinking, for some people anyway, to put your prized possession into hibernation until the Spring arrives.
I usually use only 1 bike from October to March and put the rest into storage.
This is the way I would recommend but please feel free to send comments if you do it differently or have other things to add. I have based my comments on a normal 2-stroke motorcycle but most can be applied to any road bike.
The first thing I do is warm the engine and drain and change the oil and record the mileage. Replace or clean and check the gap on your spark plug and ignition points. Clean or replace your air filter. If you have all this done you know when you start your bike in springtime you will be able to ride off knowing your engine has had a full service.
After deliberately letting my tank run low I drain any petrol out and also drain the carb. I know there is a product out there call Sta-Bil that is supposed to stabilise fuel over long periods of non-use preventing corrosion and damage to tanks caused by ethanol but I have personally not used it, but people seem to recommend it on various forums. http://www.goldeagle.com/product/sta-bil-ethanol-fuel-treatment-stabilizer
It is a good idea to disassemble, clean and lubricate your throttle twist grip and lubricate any cables. I remove my battery. Some people like to use a trickle charger but I am always nervous of these going up in smoke if used for a long period of time. If you can find a warm corner to keep your battery safely in for the cold months it should be fine. Charge it every 2 months and it should be OK.I never use a power washer as I am nervous of wetting and damaging the electrical components. When washed leave to dry. I remove saddle, tank, side panels etc and then spray everywhere with ACF 50. This stuff is magic and will put a protective coating on everything. Assemble fully again and spray ACF 50 onto a cloth and rub this on all metal parts especially chrome wheels, headlight rim, exhaust systems. I could not recommend this product enough http://www.acf-50.co.uk/. Polish any other parts of your bike.
Clean and lubricate and adjust your chain. Get a plastic bag and cover the exhaust outlet and use a rubber band to keep it in place. If you have a bike cover put it on even if it is inside in a shed or garage.
You will appreciate your nice shiny bike in Spring and you will be all set, to ride off in confidence.
We have a cat, ‘Gannet’, who turned up on our doorstep three years ago, dirty, thin, and obviously sick. Somebody had dumped her – they do that here in Clifden (Ireland), and she wasn’t the first we have rescued. So we fed her and gave her somewhere to sleep, and she came back to good health. I should explain that my wife is quite seriously allergic to cats, so Gannet has to live in the garage. So she got a cat-door in the back entrance to the garage, and a fluffy little bothie to sleep in..
She took to the bothie with no problem at first, but later started abandoning it overnight and sleeping in my sidecar. So nothing would suit other than to put the bothie in the sidecar …
So now Gannet’s daily routine is to spend some of the night and a lot of the day sleeping in the sidecar, emerging when it’s time for a meal, or to patrol her territory. There’s one problem, however: sometimes I want to use the bike myself. When this happens she gets quite anxious, and wants to know when she can have her sidecar back …
Incidentally, I may be able to claim that my Jawa is the furthest west in the whole of Europe (Google ‘Earth’ ref. 53 31’ 17.87”N, 10 02’ 39.32”W – that’s where the bike lives in my garage) – but I would need to confirm this with the Irish Jawa/CZ Owners’ Club. ‘Anybody down there in the Dingle??’
Just when we thought it was time to settle in for the winter. On September the 25th -27th of September Hungry Hill Royal Enfield weekend will be taking place, at Adrigole West Cork, Hungry hill hostel and camp site is at the foot of the Healy pass. Telephone no is 02760228. Jawa folks are welcome and MZ, CZ.
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There must be a lot of near naked JAWA Motorcyclists out there because I have no picture for the club shirt section.
So send us in a picture for the next Issue.
The tradition of brewing beer has been a naturally perfect fit in Ireland for over 5000 years. The unique mild climate and soft weather of our fair island have allowed our fertile soil to produce truly excellent barely since the dawn of Irish agriculture. Irish ale, known at the time as Coirm, was principally brewed in monasteries, which were the cornerstones of Irish brewing for many centuries. Even Saint Patrick himself had a priest, named Mescan, who worked as his personal brewer. It is suggested that, at the time, beer was preferred to water and that up to a gallon of beer per person would have been consumed daily! A time of miracle.
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Hi Mick, thanks for the nice review! Give us a shout if you are ever in Kinsale, we are open for tours 3 days a week. Bad news Patsy's corner closed about 2 years back..
Sam Black, Blacks Brewery
Hi Guys, Just wondering is there any of the blue t shirts available to buy as pictured at this years rally?
Hello, I just thought you maybe interested in a couple of pictures of my mk1 cz 250 custom. I purchased the bike as a non runner with 6000 miles on her. I have since started to restore her and have fitted new forks, re commissioned the engine and am currently awaiting new exhausts etc. Being a mk1 cz custom means this bike is extremely rare, in fact this is the only mk1 I have come across that has been advertised. Needless to say I snapped her up very quickly..........thanks john from castlebar.
I will send some more pictures when I am finished. Regards Anthony from co.Armagh
Mi nombre es Fernando de Argentina, acabo de comprar una Jawa 350 Military, el representante de Jawa Argentina no tiene informacion de como programar la computadora, ustedes serian tan amables de mandarme informacion, desde ya muchas Gracias!!My name is Fernando de Argentina, just bought a Jawa 350 Military, the representative of Argentina Jawa not have information on how to program the computer, you would be so kind to send me information, Thanks in advance !! email
Fernando La Rosa
Dear Sir Madam, Membership for Jawa Cz Club. Thank you, David Sheridan
Thanks for the issue. Regards Sean
Thanks Mick! Great reading, as usual! Reading it here in Kabwe, Zambia. I'll do a piece for the next issue - with an African slant!
Hi there, My name is David Syms and I would like to get membership for myself and my wife Bernie in the Irish Jawa Club.I am sixty and following a recent heart attack I have to go to a smaller bike from a Kwaker gtr 1000.I decided to buy a Jawa 250 and will be collecting a my bike on the 27th of September in Dublin, I live in Baltimore, Co Cork. It will be strange going to such a small bike but we are going to Wexford the day after we get the bike which will get me used to the small bike and the back roads.
I hope to go to as many club events as possible next year.I had a Jawa 350 back in the seventies and remember having a bottle of oil in my pocket all the time. On one occasion someone took the bottle, which I filled from a gallon can and took a swig out of it thinking it was whisky, a mistake never repeated.
I will send you a picture of the bike when I get it.
Ride Safe David
Hi Ya Mick, I won't make Powers the Pot either!! Attached however are two photos of me being tempted....!
With the days getting shorter, the winter jacket getting more use and Ballacolla over, we have to get into Autumn mode. What a great article this month from Ger for storing your bike. To have a bike all set up, shiny, serviced and ready for the road come spring, sounds idyllic. But as a one bike man, the Snail will just have to brave the salt roads again this winter. Pat Brennan has captured the Enfield spirit so evident in Powers the Pot. What an achievement Karls visit was on his old 350 Cali, I am devistated that family commitments cause me to miss meeting him. This month the e-mag is the true voice of the club. Thank you for all the articles.
Exciting photos from some of the end of season rally’s. The Enfield boys do like to party on into the autumn so we are lucky to have the offer of a warm welcome at their events. The winter months do put a brake on articles for the e-mag so if you have been sitting on an idea for an article do please send us in something. In truth we have more activity from those outside Ireland who are involved with the club. But sure it keeps it all exciting. Thank you to everyone who has contributed, as always, lost only for you.
Ride Safe, keep warm, and keep those Jawa’s on the road.