Graeme the word Jowett Javelin brings a sence of fear back to me . I was a lad playing with my mates on our bikes . Two sisters one my age and one a year older . I was chatting to the younger and my bike fell over putting a scratch down the nearside door of her fathers Javelin . I off like a bat out of hell , never knew if she told her dad but I lived in fear of the man . Once in their house again trying to chat them up one lad said her father was heading up the street . I never shot out the front door or rear The kitchen window was open . I dived out and the chap was no gardener just a pile of sky high blackberry bushes in I went scratched to hell . It did not stop me I was out and over the fence like a POW .
Dont know if to put happy days or randy ways
If kids ever come near my cars I tell them to put their bikes on the ground away from the cars.
At our meet on Sunday, one of the members had just picked up an old Jowett Javelin that had been sitting in a paddock for five years. It was still in reasonable nick. He drove from Perth to Adelaide and back to pick it up.
