woods wrote:Yeah man...I come from a time growing up when four strokes were old man tractor bikes for the most part. The real rocket stuff was all 2 stroke. Four strokes these day flat out honk. That 705 of mine is a pretty heavy bike and by no stretch of the imagination a motocross bike, but it's got some really good grunt to it.
And yeah, Guerra, if it does not work out, send me a PM and I'll give you my email to send them to.
I LOVE old two cycles. I've had a slew of bikes (over 50 at last count), mostly old jap bikes. The two that really stick out were my 1979 Honda Elsinore CR 250 and my 1972 Kawasaki H2 750 Mach IV.
The Honda was a beast of a dirtbike. I know it doesn't compare with a KX500 or anything, but it wouldn't hesitate to put the front wheel in the air and flip you on your lid if you got careless with it. It was just as fast as my friends new 250's but with a lot more attitude.
My H2 was a monster. For any of you who are unfamiliar, this was a 3 cylinder 2 cycle 750cc street bike built by Kaw from 1972 to 75 (I think 75 was the last year). It was nicknamed the widowmaker, and for good reason. It was the fastest bike you could buy at the time. It was 75hp, which doesn't sound like a lot, but it's how it came on that was the dangerous part. It had this gutteral growl at low rpms that no other engine makes, and when you got the rpms up and the power started coming on it was like you just turned the nitrous on or something. It just screamed.
I was 14 when I bought it. It was summer vacation time and my parents both worked, so as soon as they left the house I'd be on that sucker tearin' up the backroads. My favorite memory was one day when I spotted a fella on a early eighties GPZ1100 on Hillboro Valley Park Rd. I came up on him from behind and when he saw me he opened her up. The chase was on! We were sailing down this curvy backroad, pulling the front end over the crests and working the bikes hard. The thing handled like it had a hinge in the middle, so I had to be really in tune with it and know how the bike was going to react. It was a handful. When we got to the stop sign at the end he says "Well, I thought you were on a 500, but I knew as soon as you were keeping up it must be a 750!" We talked and he invited me to a ride with some buddies, but when I told him that I was only 14 I think his pride was hurt a bit and we went our seperate ways. Man that bike was a rocket...