An Old-Time Tale

Matt Swindlehurst recalls a time of dirty carrots, dodging rugby practice, shooting a Lee Enfield rifle – oh, and there’s a Matchless G3 in here somewhere, too… Back in the late 1960s the housewives of Leek in North Staffordshire certainly knew their onions – and their cabbages and their cauliflowers and, in particular, their carrots. Carrots had to be misshaped,…

Opinion: AMC Anorak 38

Frank Westworth has been thinking back to days gone by, and to AJS and Matchless CSR twins of ancient memory… I’ve been plastering about the West Country aboard a CSR twin of glorious madness for the last several months (in between taking long leisurely holidays, as a chap should), and fell to wondering exactly what a CSR is, what it…

Opinion: AMC Anorak 37

When it comes to living with classic AJS and Matchless motorcycles, a wise man might learn from his mistakes. Frank Westworth is plainly no wise man… I’ve been trying to work out how many AMC twins I’ve owned over the years. And no, before you collapse in horror at the sheer self-indulgent time-wasting nonsense of such an exercise, it’s because…

Opinion: AMC Anorak 36

Frank Westworth thought that he knew everything about everything AJS did in the past days. He didn’t. Doesn’t… Did you know that AMC supplied bikes to the mighty forces of law and order? I didn’t. Well, that’s not entirely true. I knew they supplied Nortons Atlases to the plods, but not mighty Matchless and hallowed Ajays. And I only knew…

Opinion: AMC Anorak 35

Frank Westworth last attended the AJS and Matchless Owners’ Club’s remarkable Alternative Jampot Rally in 1990. Until this year… I was entirely entertained when Mr Jampot Magazine Editor Chris remarked that he’d had a comment from an Ajay Club member who was annoyed with me. He was annoyed because I had apparently announced that I don’t enjoy rallies. In fact,…

A Christmas Cracker

Time for a little nostalgic indulgence. Take a trip back in time to the 1960s as GeofS pays homage to the bikes which could ‘Stop Anything In No Time’… It was summer, sometime in the late 1960s, on a by-pass that led to the coast, somewhere in England’s green and pleasant land. Jimmy ‘The Triton’ Jones was doing his usual…