JimKwiatkowski said:
Bob,I believe you,I like that rear tire I'll bet you got good traction,I also like your choice of beer
thanx Jim, i musta had a few too many beers when i wrote all that mushy stuff last night.
you can see in the action foto, not only the traction advantage...but what happens against the average single engine 125 inch shovelhead on nitro. it was quite a handful to drive the monster, it could keep the front end up the whole hundred yards, and take 200 yards to stop it. to launch it, you dug a 30 ft long gulley with a hoe and then backfilled with your foot. put the front wheel in the gulley, wait for green and blast off, first it would throw all the backfill, then lift the front wheel while still burning the back tire. sort of a balancing act. my idea of a twin 2 stroke on fuel woulda smoked everything at the track. looking back, the dirt drags were the most fun i ever had, i just took it for granted at the time. my dad and uncles had a fuel funny car, so what was so odd about this? i thought. like Tommy "the man" said......"i wouldn't take a million for the memory". my own bike competed in the 651-750 class. i raced against triumph 650s, they got me out of the gate from my high wheelspin, then i blew by about half track. my bike went 9.70s@140 on asphalt. try to get a trumpet to do that. if i raced a bigger bike, he had to give one bike per 100cc head start. i accidentally wound up with the KILLER combination.
I was usually drinking and racing in thoses days, who knows, i may have gotten scared if sober. the bikes went everywhere but straight. it was not unusual to for get the chinstrap or even where i had left my bike. i was all the way drunk when i won the first championship.....at the end of the return road, everybody was cheering and coming over, i forgot to put my feet down from laughing....splat! we all had a good laugh then. a team had brought a highly feared alcohol burning triumph up from the south, they had a fancy setup, and big mouths, people i had never met came to the pits to tell me to dust his A$$. they had a fancy roller starter, hilborn injectors and all billet stuff. the bets and tensions were high and so was I.
my brothers pushed my bike to the starting line and prepared the groove for the final round while i got set, i had forgotten to strap my helmet and did'nt notice till i was staged. meanwhile they had started this big alky burner and pulled along side......the light went off, i left when i smelt power in the green bulb (i was never caught sleeping)so i was with him out of the gate, my helmet started to fall off, so i sat up, reached behind my head and caught the thing, pulled it back on, and had to hold it there while getting gears with the air shifter button, the bike was almost sideways at the half point and i could see him gaining, I NEVER LIFT as i crossed the finish ahead of him, i'm crossed the other way, but closer to straight. it was quite an insult for him to get beat "single handedly" by a 2stroke "weedwacker" and he was so mad, he dumped his grill full of chicken packed up and left.