Discussion in 'U.K.' started by phil1965, Oct 1, 2020.
I going to visist candy later ,and demonstrate the technic on her ,in her bentley
So cool! Are those your bikes or representative pics? I had a friend's Yamy 250 for a while when I was a kid. Had to clean out the carb, replace the piston, grind the ports a little, set the points... (at age 13). I put him a bigger sprocket on the back and could crank through the gears as fast as I could click with the wheel throwing up dirt. Wished I could have kept it myself hahaha.
My friend's Montesa had the shifter on the right and brake on the left. Needless to say, I inadvertently downshifted a time or two. But man that was a great wheelie bike, balanced and controllable.
I saved an old Kawasaki 125 all these years but after growing up rode only four strokes for years until five years ago when I bought a KTM 300. Felt like a kid again ripping around on that. And yeah I managed to get thrown a couple times but I'm mellowed down. Promise!
You are a naughty girl
I blame Rainbow as he doesn't post here. lol
Don't know about shagging but the first vehicle I drove was a British army Land Rover in 1968 on the island of Anguilla.
It wasn't this color which is ick.
I just found a whole load of Ugly cars.
I wouldn’t mind you know what with you in an...
A pretty car.
A pretty ugly car.
Any car would do Gal!
Even a Taxi!
Have you seen Fake Taxi Driver on Porn Hub?
Do a search for it!
Just go look and report back!
No, mine were pretty well hammered by the time I got rid of them.
The Ossa had an upside down shifter, first up then three down. It was bored three over and that chrome muffler unhooked and you could hang it upside down outa the way. Mine got destroyed.
I had a compression release for the corners, kept the revs up without backing off the throttle.
It was a monster. Fiberglass body, two stroke you had to mix your own gas, 7:1 I believe. The only bike I know of from that era with solid state electronics.
Once the throttle stuck so I pulled the dead man switch...kept going...pulled in the compression release...kept going...I jumped off and let it hit a tree......no damage but it did finally stall.
The Yamaha had one tooth lower on the counter shaft sprocket, and a Bassani header. I ended up putting a hinge in the rear fender cause I kept bending it when the dam bike would go over backwards. It couldn't keep up with the Ossa. I could stomp 360 Yamahas into the dirt with that thing.
I remember those right foot shifters. Got my ass scared all to hell a few times while driving old Trumps with those things! Why won't the brake work????
I gave the Ossa up after wrecking it for the upteenth time.
We used to do LSD and smoke a lot then go trail riding. Lots of fun.
I think it's absolutely marvelous!
And best for shagging with that vast interior!!!
And as for shagging, I think this fellow is hell bent on shagging with a car!!!
I had a lowrider truck for a few years when I was young. That was really fun hit the switches and tell her to hold on
Damn that sounds fun, SoCal to the max! I want to get my car reupholstered and painted while living in Baja, Mexico...
An 84 Sheepdog.
My parents had an American Motors Rambler. The front seats laid back to make a bed. I heard oldest sister used it at the drive in.
I had a '74 Chevy C-10 long bed. I fucked my mentor on the bench seat one time and my spouse on a mattress where I put a camper shell over the bed. We also had sex on the ground beside the truck using the side to drape a tarp over making a tent. We got carried away and the tarp pulled loose from the truck and fell over us. I kicked it off to the side which put us out in the open where we were camped. We didn't miss a stroke while continuing for anybody to see.
It's understandable they were hammered. It's a reflection of how we hammered trails. Our self preservation instincts back then were a fraction of what they have grown to be by now.
I can't recall experiencing a compression release on a two stroke and by the time I got a four stroke with one it was to facilitate rotating the crank to bring the piston to TDC on the compression stroke prior to kick starting. Don't believe it ever occurred to me to try it for cutting power while riding. Thinking about it now it seems suboptimal especially considering it would dump unburnt fuel vapor into the air, both a health and fire risk. But back then I likely would have thought 'fuck it if it works' hehe.
7:1 wow. I guess you know I'm mixing 60:1 now. My Kawasakis when I was little had mechanical oil injection. When the oil level became visible in the sight glass, put another quart in. I'm sure it mixed that dino oil pretty rich. The exhaust baffles would get plugged from it.
That dieseling can be a problem with some of those engines. My PW50 does that - I'll hit the kill switch after riding the grandkids around for a while, it's hot and keeps on running with no ignition. I've only seen that on air-cooled engines, though. Opening the throttle cools it and gets it to finally sputter out.
It was hard to keep rear fenders in tact... And levers... Ya had to keep spares. We didn't have wrap-around handguards back then, but I figured out that by leaving the perch bolts a little loose, the lever would usually just rotate with the assembly upon impact rather than snap off or bend.
A friend much older had a 360. That thing had some low end grunt. A far cry from the 100 I had at the time. And he could ride it. Although I pretty much kept up with him. Once he took this dip in the trail too fast and didn't get the front up enough to make it across and drove the front wheel into the opposite bank. Eventually he was able to ride out but it rung his bell and tweaked the forks. Just a little bent. But it scared me how close to serious it was.
Apparently we had some similar experiences. I mean, we always smoked dope and rode high. If not, then we were looking for it. It was kind of a staple. LSD I was pretty cautious about. We pretty much relegated that to when we were camping out and didn't have to interact with the outside world. But we did somehow take some at a party a few mile ride away and when it started to hit freaked out a bit and decided we had to book it to our camp before we couldn't ride. But it was too late. The ride was amazing, though. Started off paranoid but somehow switched to loving it. It's like the bike was riding itself and I was controlling it remotely while floating overhead. On remote trails that required experience to effectively navigate. But it was like a pane of glass in the midst of a living wonderland, despite being dark out. Now I don't know how it may have appeared to an objection observer, would there have been one, but to me it felt like we were smooth and fast. My friend later agreed he felt like we were riding well too. But we didn't have to face anyone which could have provoked paranoia.
Another time later we were tripping at my friend's house on a farm while his parents were away and I had my first car, the dart, there. I don't know what provoked it, guess I wanted to see what it was like, but took the car out around the farm. It was crazy, felt like the car was flexible and bending all over the place as I slid around, did a few donuts and stuff. No crashes, no damage, somehow I managed to keep it under control.
I still love to smoke a little weed and ride. It doesn't affect me adversely, on the contrary it seems to sharpen my skills, make me more aware, quicker to react, all while keeping a healthy sense of caution. Now, many would question that but I know because I ride with some skilled friends, and I've ridden with gobs of not so skilled riders, so I have a reference point. Plus I try to limit my performance to 80% for some wiggle room. As a kid it was balls to the wall every day but the consequences of losing it back then were a lot less it seemed than now.
Are you still going riding? I've heard there's some cool places in PA.
Good grief I thought that was a short response!
The compression release was great for flat tracking. The lever was right under the clutch lever, so you could go into a turn full throttle, kick out the rear tire, slide through, then release the compression lever, damn bike took off like a rocket as the rear wheel rotation was super high.
Unburnt fuel? The Ossa had no valves...at all. Not even a reed valve. The piston controlled the inlet and outlet ports by covering and uncovering them as it went up and down. Played hell on carburetor slides.
That thing drank oil and gas like it was water. No spark arresstor and like I said the muffler was removable so I always ran a straight expansion chamber with no baffles.
Never lost or bent a lever on the Ossa, never bent the bars, wheels, forks, nothing. It was indestructible and I wrecked it every way you can think of. Had it fall from 20 feet and land upside down on the tank, not a scratch...didn't even quit running.
The 250 and 360 Yamahas constantly got twisted forks, even with fork braces installed. We used to bang the wheel agaisnt a tree to straighten them out. Levers broke, fenders cracked. I had a Preston Petty on front as the stock fender would just pack with mud. They had weak rims and small wheels. the Ossa had a 21" on front and 19" on back. Unusual for the day.
We rode constantly. A ten hour trail ride on acid was an ordinary thing. We'd pop out of the woods somewhere for gas.
It was like riding trough J.R. Tolkien's woods as the trees kept moving and the rear tire always seemed to be flat.
We rode with the "Mountain Boys" a few times. The state police were after them and they'd hide under the PA turnpike.
Had to sit under the guard of a shotgun for an hour once while tripping and riding around the Mellon estates.(Look up Andrew Mellon). But we talked our way out of that one after the state police arrived.
We rode in strip mines, woods, culm piles, dam back water areas, fields, pipelines, anywhere we could find.
Three of us, a parts man, prep man, and myself were pretty good. We could keep up with guys that raced motocross...until the '74 Yamaha YZ came out.
Drove cars and bikes while tripping all the time..really fun in a 428 Merc CobraJet.
Don't ride anymore. I gave up dirt bikes years ago. My body took too many hits.
Sold my street bikes two years or so ago.
Cool stuff! We rode about anywhere, too, places like you mentioned. Tried to stay off private property but there was some unattended. Power lines and pipelines connected most areas. Turf farms and along creek low areas and woods that weren't being used - no idea who owned em. Got chased by park police. Cops too because some road stints to connect trails - never got caught but they didn't send the department out for us either. Kind of a game, I reckon. They knew we were just kids out riding not some malicious thugs. Of course today, well, we'd get hit harder than a mostly peaceful protestor burning a store. But I digress. It was a privileged, advantaged childhood that I enjoyed making the most of. There was a guy in the area who raced Motocross. We didn't ride much but when he came on the trails I was not impressed. Before that I was intimidated by the fact that he raced. I never could have afforded racing. I had to work to get money to buy gas oil and parts. I didn't mind one bit and was grateful. Helped that I had mechanical and electrical skills. Equipment maintenance was more interesting, fun, and lucrative than the burger flipping of my ball playing friends. The Kawasaki had a rotary valve. Trimming back the trailing edge delayed the closing which improved high rev power but at the expense of low end grunt. That was okay because we loved to pin it. On the yamis I'd grind a tad off the top of the intake ports and the bottom of the exhaust ports. Not too much but we thought it made a difference. We'd also sand the head mating surface. Just a few thousandths, I didn't want the piston top hitting the plug electrode. We all have to give up the riding at some point. I can't hammer trails like I used to. My street bike is a beast. I'm gonna look the new Tenere 700, much lighter and has some off-road prowess. I'd like to ride to and around Mexico while I still can.
We had an official racer at the shop. He was good, but I can't remember how he did in races, I was too high all the time.
He could ride wheelies down the highway through all five gears and never touch down till he wanted, I could only do one or two rarely three then the bike would go over backward. So I never tried more than one gear on the highway.
My wife finally talked me into quitting. I was almost killed once when I got hit from behind by a guy going 40 mph. Some kid with no license or insurance didn't see me making a left turn and took my left rear turn signal off the bike and threw me into another car that slid past me on the right. They tell me I hit the berm, got up and walked into a field.
That's were I woke up trying to figure out what had happened. Lost consciousness a few more times in the ambulance but walked out of the hospital that night. Slept on my back for a month and had to have my wife help me in and out of bed.
Bike lost a turn signal, clutch lever, and footpeg cover.
Had it for about 15 more years.
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WHAT I missed this. lol
And I thought a cup phone was cool...
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