
I must own up to having had a 1961 Norton Jubilee. Sorry about that, but someone had to own one! My first and only motorbike, after a Vespa 125. £25 from Jack Demmar in West Ealing, in about 1964. For that money, I had a choice of five 250cc twins, and he didn't stop me buying it.
Not the most reliable (or lightweight) of machines. Oversquare engine, dry sump. Decided a few weeks after purchase that it would blow off its oil feed pipes at the sump, dumped all its oil on the M4, and seized - snapping a con-rod and poked it through the crankcase for good measure. The first time (of several) that my Dad had to tow me off the M4 with hIs pre-war Rover.
Undeterred, a visit to Pride & Clarke in west London, where they had what seemed like an indoor acre of engines, and a choice of several Jubilee engines, all for £15 apiece. Next day saw the engine installed, and a goer. Only downside was its tendency to slowly dispense gearbox oil all over my left boot, something which I never did manage or bother to sort.
Punctures plagued this bike, which spent a lot of its time running between Ealing and Caversham (where the girlfriend lived), via M4 and old A4. Good bit of weekend time was spent exploring Berkshire and Oxfordshire (and the girfriend), includimg off-road jaunts along canal towpaths, old Roman roads, green lanes and tracks. Was about this time that I developed a real fondness for the Chilterns and Cotswolds, previously explored on the Fred Dean), but this time with the girlfriend, and regular doses of Brakspears, and good pub food.
The bike and I parted company when I passed my car driving test, in a Morris 1000. Dad moved on to a 1947 Rover 16 Sports Saloon, and I inherited the 1935 Ten. The girlfriend and I married five years later, and were together for a good few years after that.
Although I still have a full motorcycle licence, I've never felt the urge to acquire another. About ten years after getting rid of the Norton, a friend turned up at our Sussex home, with what I vaguely remember was a 350-twin. I still had my helmet, and took it for a gentle jog around some country lanes in Rudgwick, and frightened myself silly. Was pleased to get back in one piece!
In recent years, had the odd quad bike run, which was good fun. Think I prefer some decent metal round me, though - and some of the world's best suspension underneath.