...originally posted in rec.motorcycles, 07/01/93
Subject: Blast From the Past: Cycle World, August 1968
cover photo: Excelsior Manxman retrospect
ad for Jawa "Californian" 250/350 street bikes
ad for Maico dirt bikes
ad for Benelli 250cc Barracuda, featuring Chuck Connors.
ad for Triumph Trophy 250 for $695.
set of photos for the Italian Cardani 500 triple racer. Four stroke,
500cc, air cooled, 4-valve, 75hp@13,000, 7-speed box. And
what happened to Cardani? The bike looks fine to me.
photo of a 250cc Benelli Four, 4-valve, 55hp@16,000, air cooled,
8-speed box. Oddly, the 350 makes only 60hp@14,500 and has
only 7 gears.
photos of the MV Agusta 500 triple, 80hp@13,000 RPM. Four stroke,
DOHC, dry clutch, air cooled.
photo of the Italian Paton racer, either a 350 or 500, the caption
isn't clear. Looks like sand-cast cases. DOHC air cooled
twin, wide cam spacing makes it look like it might use a
hemispherical combustion chamber. Never heard of them either.
ad for "Machine Mates", his & hers metalflake helmets. Oh, joy...
ad for Ducati 250 OHC-mk III, with "150 mph speedo." Only $449.
Heck, they coulda put a 200 mph speed on it.
ad for BSA motorcycles, featuring a pair of slutty-looking blondes
who look like they've been around the barn and back again.
I've noticed most of the BSA ads throughout the late 1960s
have some *rough* looking broads in them. The kind who
make you wonder if you might catch a social disease. If the
ads are intended to imply that's the kind of chick you can
pick up with a BSA, I'd rather walk.
road test of the American Eagle 750 (Laverda) $1675, Montgomery Ward
(Benelli Mojave 350 enduro ($899),
photo of CW editor Ivan Wagar on a Benelli 350 Four racer. Caption:
"...rider Renzo Pasolini and factory chief Mimo Benelli
explain its intricacies." Mr. Pasolini appears to be pointing
to the tachometer, much to Mr. Wagar's confusion.
British readers of this newsgroup probably remember the "knee pad"
furor by Britain's safety goobs five or six years ago. These
people, bent on protecting us from ourselves, had decided
that "spiral fracture of the hip" was a major drain on the
British National Health. You evidently sustain spiral
fracture if you head-on into something while riding a bike
with handlebars high enough to catch you over the thighs.
Ri-ight. Anyway, the advocates for this "safety" plan had
manufactured all sorts of statistics to show how head-ons
accounted for a major proportion of crashes, and spiral
fracture was the most common injury. And if you believe
that, I have a nice deal on a bridge... Anyway, they
wanted these huge "shock absorber pads" bolted to the sides
of the bike, or a ramp on the gas tank to catapult you into
the air and over (hopefully) the obstruction. I am *not*
fibbing - get up off the floor, wipe that smile off your
face, and pay attention.
Anyway, back in 1968 Cycle World ran an article written by
some Brit, evidently connected to the University of
Birmingham (NOT the one in Alabama), which was already
whining about the same sort of thing. Judging from the
overall article, these creeps don't even RIDE motorcycles -
their "safety" measures all seem to assume the rider will
maintain a deathgrip on his machine and ride it to oblivion,
rather than kicking the bastard as far away as he can, as
normal American riders do. The article raves on about
padding, rider protection, and so forth, making wild claims
that the chance of head injuries is minimized if the rider
stays with the bike, that two-wheel-drive motorcycles are
safer than rear-wheel-drive ones, and - ta daaa! - antiskid
braking. Just to fire up the ABS flamewar again, let me
quote the estimable Mr. Joseph Bloggs, perpetrator of the
article:
"Imagine what an advantage this could be for racing - a
rider can tear into a bend, take a huge fistful of brake
with the knowlege that it just cannot lock the front wheel!"
Mr. Bloggs has either never ridden a motorcycle (probably)
or never seen an antiskid system (also probable). That
particular scenario is my main example of when an ABS does
NOT work. The entire article is full of bullshit like this.
The pictures are more fun. There's the obligatory crash
dummy, circa 1968, on some old girder-forked scoot attached
to a car with outriggers. The caption reads, "When the
release mechanism is activated, the outriggers swing away
and the dummy rider become (sic) a projectile aimed at a
brick wall." Interesting, if you like running crash dummies
into brick walls, but what's the point? The car is a
pristine 1953 Studebaker Silver Hawk with Brit plates. Oooh,
car. I love you, car. I'm in lust. Ooops. This is wreck.moto.
Bad cage. Nasty cage. Never have anything to do with 'em.