10-10-14, 10:06 AM
I had the opportunity to ride one these many years ago.
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It was an ex Barry Ditchburn KR750. This thing had me shaking with adrenalin before I'd even ridden it and after a trek/blast round the streets of Bermondsey (yes you read that right), and I'm going back to the days when there used to be a large church in the middle of the road on the approach to Rotherhithe tunnel from the old Surrey Docks) I had added tears streaming uncontrollably from my eyes soaking the cheek pads of my Kangol. Fuck knows how they managed to race them. There was no telling when the powerband would kick in. Sometimes at 4,000 rpm, sometimes at 9,000, sometimes anywhere in between. You couldn't read when it was coming, it was just there in a rush ripping your arms and shoving your arse to the bum stop. The bike was owned by a an old mate of mine who bought it in bits. I remember one thing that surprised me was that the the transfer ports were laid out diagonally. This made for a very narrow engine... quite clever IMO. The bike also came with two sets of front discs, one alloy set and a steal set. Can't think why alloy discs apart the weight but they don't stop you (think big bike with shit drum brakes and you'll get my drift, they just gently slow you down to the point wher you've gone beyond where you want to stop, nothing like the breaking technology we have today. As an 18yo still on a RD's with L plates this bike was in a different league... on another planet. No wonder the people that race them are called aliens. It was and still is the scariest bike I've ever ridden, with a psycho mentality to match. If you ever get the chance to ride one of these 70's war horses do so but approach it with caution and remember they often have a mind of they're own and aren't easily tamed.
http://www.motorlife.be/Graphics/Oldtime..._racer.jpg
It was an ex Barry Ditchburn KR750. This thing had me shaking with adrenalin before I'd even ridden it and after a trek/blast round the streets of Bermondsey (yes you read that right), and I'm going back to the days when there used to be a large church in the middle of the road on the approach to Rotherhithe tunnel from the old Surrey Docks) I had added tears streaming uncontrollably from my eyes soaking the cheek pads of my Kangol. Fuck knows how they managed to race them. There was no telling when the powerband would kick in. Sometimes at 4,000 rpm, sometimes at 9,000, sometimes anywhere in between. You couldn't read when it was coming, it was just there in a rush ripping your arms and shoving your arse to the bum stop. The bike was owned by a an old mate of mine who bought it in bits. I remember one thing that surprised me was that the the transfer ports were laid out diagonally. This made for a very narrow engine... quite clever IMO. The bike also came with two sets of front discs, one alloy set and a steal set. Can't think why alloy discs apart the weight but they don't stop you (think big bike with shit drum brakes and you'll get my drift, they just gently slow you down to the point wher you've gone beyond where you want to stop, nothing like the breaking technology we have today. As an 18yo still on a RD's with L plates this bike was in a different league... on another planet. No wonder the people that race them are called aliens. It was and still is the scariest bike I've ever ridden, with a psycho mentality to match. If you ever get the chance to ride one of these 70's war horses do so but approach it with caution and remember they often have a mind of they're own and aren't easily tamed.
Some say that he eats habanero chilli peppers dipped in oil of capsaicin for extra bite and that his pyjamas are made from Nomex. All we know is, he's called Ad the Bad