1980's Japanese 2 Stroke Road Riding

[westers151]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1qUQL9zkxa4

Nut cases, the lot, but love the sounds and dodgy helmet fashion

[roadster]

There are now several generations of rider who have never experienced the thrill of a multi-cylinder two stroke. Among others I had a tiny Yamaha 125 twin which easily outperformed nearly all british 500s and 650s on twisty roads.

Unfortunately this is the only picture I can find.

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That's a Walker Ducati 450 with it - the less said about it the better!

[Le_Fromage_Grande]

I've got a 1980s Japanese two stroke road bike tucked away in the garage, I should finish putting it back together

[KungFooBob]

I seized an RG250 Gamma Mk3 solid at 90mph on the M18.

That was a thrill.

[Yorick]

My worst was my RD400. Seized flat in 6th Park Straight and put rod through crankcase.

[cheb]

I've got a 1980s Japanese two stroke road bike tucked away in the garage, I should finish putting it back together

So have I, and so should I.

[Demannu]

Mad Sunday 1996, flat out in top over Ballacrye leap on my NS400R, and the middle big end let go, welding the piston to the head. That was a scary 20 or so seconds of my life as 200+ nutters were all charging along behind me as I fish tailed down the road, then eventually coasted to a halt

[Skub]

Pah,I'd love something less modern than that new 80s stroker stuff.

[Whysub]

Had a few two stroke triples back when they were still only a few years old.

They were thisty, ill handling BUT sounded great, better still with Allspeeds or a Piper 3 into 1 fitted. Only one of them still exists on the DVLA website (Suzuki GT550)

Glad to see (and hear) that the youth are still riding 50cc and 125cc two strokes (not scooters) out here

[Le_Fromage_Grande]

Every KH I rode vibrated like a sex aid and rattled like snake

[mangocrazy]

As a spotty yoof I was deeply affected by the sight (and sound) of an H1 Mach3 being subjected to repeated 1/4 mile acceleration tests in a quiet residential street near a mate's house. One sunny evening in June 1969 we heard what sounded for all the world like Agostini's MV-3 accelerating away from a road near us. Then a few minutes later it did it again. This was enough to send two bike-mad teenagers legging it down to see what the source of this unholy racket was.

It was a Kawasaki H1 Mach 3, ridden by one of the famed local nutters. We watched him do several launches down this quiet suburban street, and the violence of the sound and fury generated by this two-stroke triple was actually verging on scary, having never experienced anything like it before. Before long there was the sound of nee-nah nee-nah nee-nah as Plod turned up, but by the time they arrived, matey had already long gone in a haze of blue smoke. It certainly enlivened a rather dull school-day evening.