When I was in highschool - around grade 11, a teacher asked me if I would like to have a motorcycle.
This is because I was a very hyperactive kid with a penchant for a fistfight and was energetic 
enough to be dragging around motorcycle parts - often as I thrashed a '78 DT Yamaha those days.  
This was around 1987.

 Of course I was interested and so my old boy fired up his farm truck, a 1981 Ford F100 and soon we were 
cruising down the road.  He grumpily indicated there is no such thing as a free lunch - as any crochety 
Dutch farmer would.  Anyway, fifty miles later we came upon a 1966 Eaton Road King.  Such a fine piece 
of machinery.  It was a 123cc with 6500 miles on it and was red and white.


 Anyway, the old boy cruised home  with the motorbike in the back and after a brief show and tell and my 
old Opa's place in Kerwood Ontario.  To him, a surviver of WWII, this was a fine piece of machinery: 
a miracle that someone would give a moto-feetz like that away.  Such spoiled kids these days - work is 
how you get things.


 The bike would not start.  The licence plate on it was from 1976.  So I had my friend who was an  
electronics whiz (he fixed TVs and VCRs) and he determined it was a speck on the points.  It started up 
right away.



 The next few years are history with me driving it around the little town of Shetland, ON.  Of course 
it wasn't licenced but then in the late '80s in small rural town Ontario this wasn't a big thing - unlike 
today where nothing is tolerated by wonkers that have nothing to do except fight for rights and hug trees 
while waving signs against killing little prairie dogs and calling the police on little boys with archaiec 
motorcycles.

 Anyway, always liked the long drawn out PIIINNG -PIIIIINNNNG-PIIIINNNG of the Jawa engine - it is so fine.  


The clutches of this little bike have been big - since then I have added second 196? 123cc and a 1974 CZ400... 
but this is a whole other story!