IVAN WAGAR is a name near and dear to many CYCLE WORLD readers. The editor of CW for more than five years, Ivan became our director of governmental and public relations in 1973. Ivan left us last year and has taken the position as president of the Safety Helmet Council of America.
As a woman bike rider I felt I had to respond to Su Johnston’s letter in your December issue. I am 27 years old and have an eight-year-old son. I have driven a motorcycle for four years now. I presently own a CB360 Honda ('74). I plan to purchase a new bike in January for touring.
On Jan. 4, 1973, I bought a new 750 Yamaha. On July 27, 1973, the casing began leaking oil. I took the bike to Hy-Jinks in Norwalk, the dealer from whom I bought it. They replaced the point seal. This did not solve my problem, since, on Nov. 7, 1973, oil was leaking.
IN REGARD to my editorial in this month’s “Up Front,” I would like to mention that I have just been made a charter member of the Saved-By-The-Helmet Club. The Safety Helmet Council of America will bestow membership upon anyone who writes to them telling of an experience in which the wearing of a helmet saved their life.
Is It Competition For The Harley, Or Is It In A Class All By Itself?
SIGNIFICANT, MAJOR new entries into the motorcycle market don’t come along that often, but when they do, they create more than their share of excitement. And this is even more true when the new machine is unleashed from the inner sanctums of the world's largest producer of motorcycles.
HE STEPPED OUT from behind the immaculate Porsche with a welding torch in one hand, his soft gray coveralls contrasting with the sharp light lines of his beard, and his greasy hands fading under the presence of his twinkling eyes. He was the very picture of a typical overworked, under-recognized tuner.
Is anybody out there ready for an honest 39 horsepower?
IT SEEMS SOMEWHAT puzzling that a motorcycle manufacturer—any of whom could use a big-selling model in this time of diminishing sales and rising prices— would produce a machine that they know in advance is designed for a smaller segment of the market than its predecessor.
Short of food, fuel and water . . . but never sand.
NOBODY BELIEVED it when I told them. “You’re going to what?” they gasped. “Cross the Sahara Desert on a motorcycle? But it can’t be done, can it?” As though it could, I snapped my fingers and mumbled something about making pies. But could a motorcycle even make it across the Sahara?
THE FIRST INDICATION that the public got concerning Honda’s interest in the trials field was photos in the Japanese motorcycle magazine, Auto-By, of a new model called the “Bials.” The Japanese like to give their machines unique names. Witness the Honda “Gold Wing” (elsewhere in this issue), the title “Van Van” domestically applied to the Suzuki RVs and even the dubbing of their newest Datsun 260-Z as the “Fairlady.” But although they find appeal in this generally harmless pastime, they are aware that such cuteness many times serves no purpose in the foreign marketplace.
THE TRIALS NOTEBOOK is intended to provide the basics for an analytical approach to the learning of competitive trials riding. We intend to start with basics (which many "experts" do not yet thoroughly understand), and progress rapidly to the sophisticated and subtle techniques used by the most advanced riders in the world.
Each and every year we find subtle changes and improvements in the performance and handling of the continued models of bikes from all manufacturers. It is certain that they cannot afford to introduce all new motorcycles every year—but a guy isn’t likely to trade his ‘71 in on a ‘75 that’s, identical to it either—so even minute changes are necessary to keep the line selling.
SIX DAY COMPETITION can be unbelievably menacing for riders and equipment to a degree that few people can appreciate unless they've witnessed or sampled the torture Machinery is meticulously prepared, on top of being quite specialized.
Is there any place you can be reached, Mr. Bradford?" the familiar voice from his answering service inquired. Sheila. She was the only one who ever called him Mr. Bradford. He was Mike to the others. Idly he wondered how old she was. Someday he'd have to go over and meet them all.
“Fellows would ask me did I see this or that, or some beautiful scenery, but I don’t see anything except two foot of trail. Carl Cranke. . .he does that because he is on a 250; he stops on a mountain top, looks around and then cooks it 80 miles an hour down the road to make it up.
Finishing up on last month’s Motocross Merry-go-round, Jim Weinert has indeed been signed by Yamaha. Along with Weinert, the yellow-and-black racing team will support ex-Honda rider Bruce McDougal, and they have renewed Tim Hart’s contract.