My first motorcycle ride

There are moments in life that are never forgotten. For me, among others, it was my first motorcycle????. It’s true that the smell of petrol was with me from an early age and I still remember my dad putting me in front of him on a java 250 and me just holding on to the tank because I couldn’t reach the handlebars. What a ride!

My first own motorcycle (actually a small motorcycle from today’s point of view) was a Jawa 23 Mustang. I was working at part-time jobs and begging my grandmothers to give me a raise and for 2700 CZK I bought my dream blue love from my friend Luděk. From then on I was a “gentleman” – or at least I felt like one at the age of 15. Every trip was an adventure and back then without the need for a helmet and only with tinted dude goggles, shorts and a t-shirt hurray to the swimming pool to see the girls. We were called back and forth riders, because the way it worked was that we bought petrol for £50 and rode back and forth around the village until we ran out. What a time! What about you? What was your first bike and your experience with it?

Author – Martin Zima