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AJS Model 20 500

1958 AJS Model 30

Some bikes stay with you for Tony Ayliffe went on his Ajay, took it on honeymoon, and seem to think they’ll be parted.

It was the 2nd March 1976, I was 20 and had the day off work to go in search of a new bike my mate George. At the time I a Austin 1100 Countryman, was a forerunner to what we now call a the ones that always from rusty sub frames. It had suspension — what a invention.

If you carried anything in the back you could study the of trees with your It was this I wanted to trade in my new motorcycle, as yet unknown.

Pride in Brixton were one of the few places offered to trade cars for so off we went to see what deal we do. After a quick response the dealer we were back in the car one he didn’t want!), back to Stortford where I lived. We around the local dealers but was no deal to be had. I was feeling when George mentioned his dad has a bike he might want to

Why George didn’t mention eight hours earlier is a

My first bike had been a BSA D14/4, in black, a 1968 (the ‘4’ referred to the gears). I bought it on my 16th as that was the age you could ride up to 250cc. I remember stripping off the paint from the fuel to reveal the chrome underneath, I thought it made it look

What did I know? When 16 you know everything — and nothing.

My next bike was a which was the 100mph Yamaha 125 I took my test on. It was a very affair to today’s test, hand signals and driving the block all within sight of the station! My next bike was a which I bought from the shop only to find it went 60mph.

Disgusted I it back to find the big ends knackered, but the shop was good and all the parts required.

Back to mate who lived a few miles out of and who had this 1958 AJS 600, he had recently finished repairing and was painted black and white. I him he should sell me this and we a Ј100 deal. I rushed off to it and raced back to collect it so I collect my future wife work.

‘Remember’ the owner ‘it’s not like that rubbish; if you open the throttle too you will be on the other side of the which I found to be true about 10 minutes of collecting it. I to collect my girlfriend from who looked amazed when I up on this British bike; she had expecting Japanese as by this they were now dominant in the We set off home still coming to with manually advancing and the timing, or putting the choke on on what lever I pushed.

It was coming up for 28th May 1976, the day I was to be at 12 o’clock at the local register but there was the important thing of MoT my bike at Harlow before I got It duly passed and I asked my Nan if she it would be OK to ride down to the in my suit — to which she not, so I walked.

Our honeymoon was to be a trip to the Isle of Man TT races the Bishops Stortford Motor Club and the rest of the lads, my being the only female in the The day came and off we set, looking to seeing Mick Grant and his Meanie race around the

We had travelled around 150 miles the AJS coughed and spluttered and we had to pull to see what the problem was, guilty that we were everybody up. Luckily my uncle was old and diagnosed a missing carbon from the magneto, great except I didn’t have a

‘Have you got a biro’ he asked. I he was going to give us the telephone of a breakdown company. ‘and a and a piece of wire’. He duly down the pencil to brush-size, it in the biro spring and made a from spring to pencil the wire.

Now why didn’t I think of that? He it all, kicked it over and we on our way. We bought another on the Island from a fellow AJS but did not install it, and ran all week and back on that pencil.

TT Stuff on

It was on Mad Sunday that I learned a about drum brakes and going as fast as you dare the mountain, being overtaken on sides by those Japanese We were doing OK, two-up, down towards Creg Na Ba at 85mph. I braked early and I was not slowing as much as I would with what looked a 90-degree bend looming.

So was brake fade!

The straight run on was by very sensible people who the lunatics doing their one of whom was yours truly. The option was to try to take the bend and the straw bales — fortunately we did. Just.

We sitting down at what we was our penultimate breakfast when the asked what time we be out of the room. ‘About 10am we said.

‘Oh dear you’ve only booked today and more people are to stay. I’m afraid you have to leave and find else!’

She rang around bearing in mind this was TT magically found us a room. But it was the one room for all of us to stay in on our last Well that made the memorable!

After a few years the bike its way into the shed and the children along, we moved from to house and another shed. had taken its toll; rusty and paintwork and oxidised alloy, I should try to sell the AJS? I it for so long because was aware of all people who look at old machines and say wish I’d never my old bike or car — I would to still have it.’ lesson had stayed with me and I was not to be one of them.

AJS Model 20 500

Unfortunately I do not have the in my hands or knowledge to get this back on the road, so I asked Now Norman was 70 years when I him but he was fit and enthusiastic and he was up for the challenge of restoring bike back to its former He is one of those engineers who doesn’t see — only solutions which is a wonderful talent for us who watch scrapheap challenge week and marvel.

The bike was stripped and I duly started to the parts. I’d seen a in a rear window of a car about the AJS and Owners’ Club with a phone number. Everything I they could supply, advice on where to get a new seat and Was it the cheapest way of getting parts?

Probably not, but I felt the were going to a club I wanted to be there to support my riders.

I started to keep of how much it was costing and occasionally do a running total. Bad idea! I abandoned it, realising that don’t do this and expect to get money back!

New British wheels and British tyres, coated frame, chroming and steel parts where Ј200 on that magneto used to be OK with a pencil.

it was finished. What a sight and All that was left to do was rush and show everyone who had been the bike’s progress.

It was only 300 later on a early May evening, the sun shining, when I arrived from work and thought to a quick ride to my local five miles away and I threw on my helmet and a pair of and away we went.

The sun was low in the sky when the driver pulled out. I across the bonnet onto the and lay there, unable to get up.

People across and my first words ‘How’s my bike?’ because I see it. The engine stalled — no damage, I hoped. It took a few calls for my bike recovery to be care of, it was not going to stay at the of the road unattended.

I had broken my femur, and even that gas and air (the stuff mothers get), it hurt my head spinning around on my with the effect. It’s at stage when you think you have worn all that clothing on. Would it have

Would you have needed to your leg pinned and screwed? It be five months later the crutches could be discarded. me, it’s a long time to be your local hospital, and not be to carry your own cup of tea.

The AJS quicker, requiring some end repairs with help yet from the club and Norman.

So 28 years we are still together. I it difficult to understand how people put and soul into restoring machines, only to sell Perhaps it’s because have that ability to do one, perhaps better the previous one.

Mine is in my will, and so is definitely not for sale .


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