Test of a ... Griffon 1903 |
These days, riding a motorcycle is as simple as pressing a button, putting it in first gear, and then: go, my dear. Or almost. In any case, by combining the "advantages" of scooters and the latest "high-end racing cars", there will soon be no need to change gears. And before long, looking at the road will also become an accessory. The point in all this? That's not the topic of the day!
Many of the oldest ones have had to face driving an RDLC, for example: No starter, no idle, neutral point impossible to find. But that was not the purpose of the machine either. Those who have known the Triumph Bonneville (the real ones) or Norton Commando have, in addition, been confronted with quasi-apocalyptic compression ratios, at the origin of legends ... not always so far from reality. That said, I have never seen anyone land on a balcony of the first floor following a kickback.
On all these machines, however, the accelerator is in the same place, the brakes too. Or almost. As for the gears, it was less constant, but they were generally at the foot. Yes. I know, you also rode Flandria or Malagutti with hand gears. But we are talking about motorcycles.
This standardization took a long time to be established and one is entitled to wonder what it was like at the beginning of the history of motorization. It is thanks to Jean-Marc Bruyère, owner of a splendid Griffon - the lucky man! - and through Marc Boniface - always ready to suggest a good idea to me - that we will be able to discover the joys of riding a motorcycle from the beginning of the previous century.
First of all, it is worth knowing that Jean-Marc Bruyère's Griffon, dated 1904, is, according to its numbering, probably the oldest known of this model. You will notice that it has an accessory that gives it a certain supremacy: a front suspension!!! Let's not forget that at that time, and although MacAdam invented the surface that bears his name in 1815, roads in good condition were not very common. Let's just say that they were ... passable.
One might wonder, looking at the "before" and "after" restoration photos, if the latter was really necessary. It is true that, compared to the original condition, leaving the machine "as is" would have been tempting. Of course, the carburetor is not original. You who have difficulty finding one for your RG-500, you see what that can represent for an ancestor from 1904!
On the other hand, Jean-Marc Bruyère has restored his motorcycle to its original state as far as the ignition is concerned. When he acquired it, the magneto that equipped it was a terrible DIY job.
For the rest, I'll let you think about it: Once you've completely dismantled a motorcycle, do you put it back together with screws, bolts and nuts that are completely eaten away by rust on the pretext that they are original ? Neither does Jean-Marc Bruyère.
Jean-Marc sent us several period documents in the form of "scans", concerning the Griffons and from a period catalog, published by the house. To avoid too long loading times, I preferred to re-enter them. Let's start, to get to know the Griffon, with its technical sheet, as it appears in the catalog. |
"Griffon" Motorcycle "ZEDEL" 2 3/4 H.P. engine (SGDG patented)
D ESCRIPTION. - Vertical engine, bore 75-80. "Longuemare" carburetor, with quantity adjustment. Nickel-plated copper tank, with oil pump and compartment for the accumulator and coil. Capacity: 5 liters of gasoline and 1 liter of oil "Dinin" or "Fulmen" accumulator 20 amps. "Nilmelior" or "Hommen" coil. V-belt transmission. Two brakes: one on the rear hub, the other on the front rim or on the rear rim. 0 m 54 frame . 0 m 65 wheels . Special 55 millimeter "Griffon" tires. Very wide sheet steel mudguards. Exhaust valve lifter. Weight: 54 kilos. --------------- The same machine , with 3 1/2 H.P. engine, controlled valves. PRICE: Fr. 950. --------------- SUPPLEMENTS
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The same catalogue offers a large series of options. From then on, it will become difficult, 100 years later, to judge the conformity of a machine with the original, when we see that two models of the same motorcycle, coming out of the same chain, could have totally different options. |
RATE OF SUPPLEMENTS
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The Griffon essay itself begins with a preface, which is well worth the detour, if only for the turn of the text. |
MARCH 1904 PREFACE The "Griffon" house, in asking me to preface its catalogue, certainly did not have the ulterior motive of asking me to adorn its motorcycles with flowers. The local florist would do this job much better than I. If she is willing, we will do a more attractive and more useful work here, by reading together, dear readers, the epistle that a cousin of mine wrote to me, three months ago, to tell me about his adventures "aboard a 1903 Griffon". First of all, I must introduce you to my cousin: a little boy as round as a marble, with a pince-nez hiding mole-like eyes, hands as clumsy as they are well-groomed, and as ignorant of the most elementary mechanics as a goldfish! One morning, my cousin rang my doorbell, rushed into my room, and, without giving me time to hold out my hand, cried out: "I want a motorcycle!... Here comes the sun, the good spring sun! I want a motorcycle... And I come to consult you... What should I buy?... And I burst out laughing in his face. My cousin waited patiently for my hilarity to end and, like a notary who is about to receive a will, answered me: "We know that you have a lot of wit; but the richest can ruin themselves by wasting their fortune; do not waste it uselessly!... I am not asking you if I am ridiculous; I am asking you what brand of motorcycle I should choose so as not to have a machine made of lead. He said a brief thank you, shook my hand with his fingertips, took his hat and disappeared. A letter came, three weeks after this interview, giving me news of my "chauffeur!..." - Here it is: "My old friend, I bought the motorcycle you recommended: a Griffon! Here is the story of my first misfortunes as a driver. I knew the ordinary bicycle well; in two one-hour lessons, I knew how to get myself off a motorcycle quickly, and, the following Sunday, I decided to go into the countryside." "After careful consideration, I decided on Soissons, eager as I was, having cycled this route ten times, to see how my machine would behave on the hills and how long the petrol would beat my legs on this route. There was also another reason, and after all why shouldn't I admit it?... Having relatives in Soissons, I was delighted at the thought of their surprise at seeing me suddenly become... a driver! So around five o'clock in the morning, that Sunday, I left Paris, after carefully filling the petrol and oil tanks! I was soon delighted with my new acquisition. On flat ground, I was speeding at over 40 an hour, looking with a little mockery at my brothers of yesterday, the cyclists to whom I was feeding a little of my dust! The hills were climbed at almost the same speed! It was divine!" "I was therefore amazed by this new sport, when, at about eight o'clock in the morning, I reached Compiègne. I stopped there just long enough to wipe the lenses of my glasses which the road midges had dotted with spots like a pretty woman's veil, and I set off again, counting on covering the last forty kilometers in an hour and a quarter, and being in Soissons well before lunchtime! How surprised Miss Hortense would be to see me arrive with my new horse! And how her mother would raise her arms to the heavens!..." "A dozen kilometers were covered at a good pace, and I was approaching the edge of the forest, when suddenly, I heard two or three... brorouou... brorouou! Then, after having made a few more turns of the wheels and hiccuped again, my machine stopped... I had a breakdown! Not very proud and slightly disoriented, I started looking for it, while trying to persuade myself that it was nothing! After having closed the compression, I pushed the machine; it absolutely refused to move forward. I breathed, my valves were in good condition! Because the great Jules from Griffon had told me this method was infallible to check the condition of the valves! And you know, the great Jules from Griffon is very knowledgeable! I directed my search towards the shaker which seemed to me to be well adjusted; deep down I was not very sure! But nevertheless the sparks it gave gave me some confidence. I continued my investigations towards the spark plug, removed from the cylinder and placed on the cylinder head (you see if I am strong already), it let sparks pass between its points that would light a cigar." "So the breakdown did not yet come from there. Then I became worried; my practical knowledge was limited to these three points that the great Jules had pointed out to me!" "So I remained in front of my machine, trying, like a new Oedipus, to guess the riddle of the Sphinx. What added to the embarrassment of my situation was that I found myself four or five kilometers from any inhabited place." "I was thinking about it there, circling the beast, a key in my hand, when suddenly my key hit the gas tank which made a deep sound! Empty! The tank was empty, and I realized it after three quarters of an hour of searching!" "All that was left was to let go of the belt and go away... on the pedal. It was slower and lacked charm, and the four kilometers seemed devilishly long to me!" "I made bitter reflections on the way and, believe me, addressed serious observations to my best friend!" "This is the story of my first breakdown. Send me advice so that I don't stay in this distress anymore." So much goodwill moved me to pity, and I sent my cousin the complete collection of the luminous works of B AUDRY DE S AUNIER . Then the news became rarer; I learned from my cousin's family that he had become literally madly in love with his machine, that he was at that moment touring Auvergne and Limousin with a friend also riding a "Griffon", when, three months ago, the following typical note reached me: "My hands are as white as ever, despite the four thousand nine hundred kilometers I have traveled so far, because I have not had to touch anything that was dirty and black." "As for the profession of driver, I know it now,... and I can summarize for you in three words the knowledge that an amateur needs to have to do his tour of France on a Griffon motorcycle." "Know how to adjust the ignition shaker and measure the batteries; know how to lap a valve and change a spring; have a wrench and a screwdriver in your bag." "I'm willing to bet you a Griffon motorcycle that I can do all the coasts of France from Dunkirk to Nice, on a Griffon, without any other equipment! Do you take the bet?" You can guess that I didn't keep the bet. The animal would have won!
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Let's finish with a choice piece: the "Instructions", describing point by point, the different steps to follow for starting and using the motorcycle. The chapter "breakdowns and remedies", in particular, is not lacking in charm. For the younger ones, it should be noted that until the '80s, it was strongly recommended, to do a bit of road riding, to equip yourself with a set of spark plugs and capacitors... At least for bikers who did not own a BMW. The reputation of this brand is indeed, well deserved. |
INSTRUCTIONS CONCERNING the use and maintenance of the motorcycle " Griffon " We do not consider it useful to give, as some companies do, a detailed description of all the parts used in the construction of our motorcycle, with an indication of how they work. No more than a watch, an engine should not be dismantled other than by a professional. I. Operations to be carried out before starting up.
II. Getting started.
III. Judgment.
IV. To go down the hills.
V. To climb hills.
VI. Some recommendations.
VII. Breakdowns and remedies.
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In conclusion, I can only renew my thanks to Jean-Marc Bruyère for sending us these documents.
What was my surprise, after having put this chapter online, to see an Internet user contact me: He had also restored a "Griffon". The difference is that Jean-Pierre Degunst, since it is him we are talking about, was not lucky enough to find a copy in good condition. That is the least we can say when consulting the documents he sent me (on the left). You can imagine, by referring to the documents presenting the same machine after restoration, the extent of the work accomplished to give a second youth to this motorcycle. Let's leave the pen to JP Degunst, who tells us, below, the history and the restoration. |
" This motorcycle was bought at the beginning of the century by a merchant from La Roche-sur-Yon. It pleased its owner until 1925, then put away in a dovecote and in 1969 it was bequeathed to a friend who stored it on his farm in the middle of the bric-a-brac that came with it.
In 1985 I decided to adopt it. A sort of moral contract bound me to my friend and to this "thing".
Its first engine (No. 10470) had 2 controlled valves, a "Claudel" carburetor, a trembler and unfortunately a "HS" piston. (I also have this engine).
Its current engine (No. 14278) reuses the carburetor, has a more modern magneto driven by a chain. The owner took the opportunity to have a "Griffon" suspension fitted.
Braking is provided by a leather pad on the inside of the rim pulley while another acts at the same time in reverse in the outer throat. The steel rims are "westwood" (hello the profile to be restored, the unveiling was a formality) mounted with horrible "mountain bike" tires. Lack of taste certainly, but for want of anything better for the moment.
On the accessories side the nail puller is in place, the triangular "griffon" bag has found its place behind the engine. The other will be fixed on the luggage rack acting as a stand. (a new "robert bosch" spark plug in its cellophane and its orange cardboard was still there). The double-link chain has left its diesel bath to find its pedals and its flexibility. Supple, also the saddle in thick "griffon" cowhide. And finally the nickel plating, the supreme consecration of hours of tedious, inhuman polishing.
Finally, regarding finances, and without wanting to hurt your feelings (go get your heart pills), I had to force my friend to accept (at the risk of getting really angry) the sum of 1100 francs to buy it. A nickel plating at Mr Jamet in Rennes, a house paint job, a few extra odds and ends. The bill turned out to be rather sweet at around 9000 francs.
I admit to having been more than lucky, and as if by revenge towards my friend, I promised him that he would be the first to see and hear the beauty, he is also very patient and has not seen her at all since 1985. It will be his surprise and my final thanks. "
Griffon 1903 (EN) -- Griffon 1903 (FR)
This article is adapted from an archive of Histoire de la Moto, 1900-2000