Eventuelly got a nice 47 years old JAWA, I found the classified in a bike newspaper.
The bike looked and sounded ok, so i just bought it, and got in return something they call "tp" the short plastified one , and the long one wich has all the details of the previous owners and technicals tests (tp is in fact similar to the ownership papers) , STK (technical test, compulsory in Czeck republic, and probably in germany as well), and the inssurance.
None of it was to my name, and I headed back to France, a bit worried with the german border...
Nothing happened, not even a passeport checking, and I went trough without being stopped, and haven't been stopped on my way to paris neither.
Later on, that's a longer story ...
The bike is pretty slow, smokes a lot but is still very cool! (that's a jawa 250cc type 353 from 1960)
The road is long and travelling a 65 km/h is quiet tiring (that’s what I guess, speedmeter broken).
En route for Heidelberg, the 3rd gear sounds funny, but a BMW shop and 2 differents bikers tell me there shouldn’t be any reasons to worry. I’m only 450 or 500 kilometers away from Paris then, when the adventure starts....
Set up early from Heidelberg, catch straight away the Autobahn to avoid being lost, 80 kilometers fine, stop 5 min in a gas station, and 2 or 3 kilometers away boum! Bike kaput!
the noise becomes GRRrrrrtTactactactacgrrrrrRRRggGGrrrr!!! Wasn’t any oil left in the gear box!
Engine stops.... hopefully the slope is going down, and there’s a parking place 300 meters away.
And there start my lucky trip!
No even arrived, a small van just park there, I rush toward it and relearn in 2 min how to speak german. Unfortunately the guy is drunk and was gonna sleep. He comes back from a wine festival, but I have no other choice. He accept to drive me out of the highway 20 kilometers further, and then tell me that he knows a place at the border not far from his house where there’s a parking place for trucks, where I could probably hitch a ride to paris! Ok , let’s go!
Once arrived, he cannot take it longer, and puke for 5 minutes, right in front of the trucks!!!
I’m now looking for a ride, but most of the drivers tell me that their truck is full, or they cannot open the doors because of the seal. Hopefully 5 turkishs drivers going near paris accept when they see the bike, one of them have a jawa 350 at home and he even manage to restart it! Turkish service! The fourth gear is broken though, but it still do the job with the 3 first ones.
They push me to finish the ride on three gears, but eventually take the bike on board.
Turkish tea, turkish food, and they once more tell me that I’m just a ****ing crazy french when I show them my african trip on moped!
Departure 10 PM, no truck drive on Sunday (and hopefully it was Sunday, otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to catch any!).
A turkish biker met in a gas station on the road translate me that they would do their best to get me spare parts from Turkey as they say having loads of jawa there! Turkish service again!
4 o clock morning, they drop me 10 kilometers from my home, and I’m back 20 minutes later thanks to the 3 remaining gears – fatser and cheaper than if I had done the road myself! And turkish help, totally free of charge!
I still have to check exactly what’s wrong in the gear box, I'm not to good with real bikes!
If anyone needs information about jawa in czeck republic, I have a little bit more informations and will be pleased to help.
Thanks for your advises anyway,