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KXcam22:
This is fun. My wife doesn't like to listen to these anymore!
Killer Bike.
After a winter of humming and hawing on what to race the next season I finally settled on a bright orange 1978 Canam 250. This was actually about the 4th bike I had decided on over the winter. With each choice I had painted my helmet in team colors to match, then repainted it as I changed my mind (hey what else do you do in northern canada in the winter). I recall going thru honda, yamaha, and husqavarna colors before the paint got too thick. The Canam ended the indecision. What a bike! rotary valve engine, big hp, fast and indestuctible. Turned out to be a bit too fast, pulled from the moment you cracked the throttle so you were always a bit behind the bike wherever you went. On a jump it was typical to be going so much faster than you expected that you would jump way way past the landing and land right in the whoops. And that was when the minor problem showed up...no handling no suspension. Big crashes everywhere! A typical race result was me crawling back to the truck on my hands and knees while the bike never so much as bent a lever. I remember one race I got a massive holeshot then the bike spit me off in the first corner. I had to lay there on my back and fend off the other 39 bikes coming my way with my feet! Nice! This happened lots. It bit others too. Before one big race, two of my friends were the favorites to win but they both wanted to try my bright orange Canam. The bike got both of them, cracked pelvis for one and broken ribs for the other. Neither could race so I got the win. I finally wised up and sold the bike part way thru the season to preserve my health. That bike was a killer. Cam.
kiwikx500:
Along long long time ago in the same land i was following a m8 on a single track who decided he would suddenly lose his balls on his xr80 lol and ride down into the deep ditch - i jumped it but now had ballsless directly below me in my landing area,Descision time ? Land on my m8 with a good chance of him being killed or lean my big er125 and me to the right and hope for the best - the best was me scattered along a barb wire fence with cotton wool on every barb from my newley purchased by mum zip out sleeves jacket.Timbowe cheers for the offer,ill be hungover 2mrrw-go the crusaders - enjoy your ride and showing the peasants who the Boss is !
alan:
I thought I would revive this post since we have a bunch of new members that may want to post some of there riding stories!
stewart:
one morning in 1984 i was at little sahara okl. i got on my new 84 red tecate went as fast as it woul;d go probly 80 mph racing my buddy on his three wheeler and i was out front when i saw what looked like a sand lip when i was about ten feet from it it was a almost 90 degree dropoff i never let off the throttle did not have time to its the farthest ithink any one has jumped a three wheeler i thought i was giong to die it hit sqaure bottemed out so hard pegs and feet got in the sand and bounced i killed the bike and coasted to a stop scared out of my mind my buddy came up beside me where i had stoped he thought i did that on perpuse . and ask if the seat cushion got sucked off the seat by my behind i told him i did not plan that wow,,,,, probly went 150 feet 30high
Platypus:
The year was 1987. A friend of mine was moving and he had an 84 YZ80 that they wanted to sell. I talked to his older brother about it and he said 50 bucks and it's mine. I went home and told my parents about it and they said no until my older brother jumped in and said they should do it. Nobody in my family, including myself, had ever owned a dirt bike. So I go over there with 50 bucks and bring it home. It is missing the right footpeg and the gas cap. Well my parents had just shelled out 50 bucks so they had no intention of buying replacement parts as well. I found some pvc pipe in the garage that had the perfect I.D. for the spline and put some duct tape over the tank and took off down the street. There was a dirt road behind my house so I headed straight for it and the first little jump I hit the makeshift peg broke. So I rode back home to cut myself as many pegs as I could fit in my pockets and headed straight back to the dirt road. Eventually I had enough money to buy a new peg and a gas cap. The whole dirt bike thing was all mine, nobody else in my family was involved and I had to learn a lot of crap the hard way. I seized that bike after a few months because I had no idea you had to change the oil. I ended up selling it for 250 bucks or something to a guy that wanted it for parts.
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