The Resurrection

No, not that one.

This particular project will revolve around the rebuilding of an old race bike, my faithful Yamaha SRX supermono. 

The bike has been in mothballs for a number of years following the final grenading of its motor at Summit Point (WV) Raceway around 2001. Man, it doesn't seem like that long ago...

Its story so far:

I've had a good number of race bikes but this one was really special. Being impressed and preferring light, middleweight machines, I bought it from another competitor at Daytona after making him an offer. It was fast, reliable, light and proved itself to be a consistent front runner and on occasion, a winner. The motor, for a big single, was fast and very capable. It was equipped with a Carillo rod, a lightened and balanced flywheel, heavy duty valve springs, flowed/ported head, a Wiseco high-compression piston, twin Sudco racing carbs (dual port manifold) and a Supertrapp tuned exhaust. Generally speaking, I think with the right gearing, it'd top out around 125 - 130mph. Not too bad for a 600cc thumper. It also had a number of frame and suspension modifications.

It's final demise came on a fateful Sunday, not long after a recent top end rebuild. The race had been red-flagged, due to a fiery crash behind me, causing one of the two bikes involved to immediately become a piece of toast. The rider of the burned bike, Mike Z., a racing friend, was fortunately okay. I can't recall how the other guy made out but he was probably okay too. At the time of the crash, I was second and on the rear wheel of the leader, exiting a turn and about to overtake, when the flag appeared.

The race leader, upon seeing the flag, immediately and very foolishly, chopped his throttle and I barely missed running into the back of him. The only reason I didn't was that in order to avoid a collision, I headed off track and motocrossed through some grass, bumps and mud puddles at about 80 mph before getting it straightened out and back on the race course. I was very lucky to come out of the entire situation still vertical.

After the track had been cleared, the race was restarted and this time a fella on a Moto Guzzi jumped into the lead. His bike, a big twin, was certainly faster than mine and I was getting closer through every turn but when it would hit the main straight, he'd pull away.

A couple of laps before the end, I knew if I could get past him early into a new lap and well before the damned front straightaway, he'd never catch me. 

I had a plan. 

At the end of the front straight I closed up pretty tight on the brakes but not close enough to dive underneath him. Exiting the right hand turn, he again began to pull me a bit as we hit another short straight that led into a fast left-hand sweeper, the same turn where I was nearly taken out, about a half hour earlier.

Closer to him than anytime earlier in the race, half way up that straight I knew that if I could maintain the gap and not let him pull me further, his ass was mine heading down the "chute" and into the carousel, a couple of turns away. 

It was not to be however. I was really hammering the bike and for a moment thought, "I'd better be careful or I'm going to blow it up." No sooner thought than done! Just before diving left into the turn, it made a loud metallic screech and locked up. As the motor froze, I grabbed the clutch to avoid what would have been a painful launch into surrounding air space.

As the big twin in front of me thundered away from view, all I could do was say m%&*#$&!! My race was over, this particular bike was cooked and since then, has never turned another wheel in anger.

Newsflash: This project is now scrubbed, due to the fact its carcass has been recently traded away. I like the story however so I'll let it linger a while.

Miscellaneous Business

On to an entirely different subject, are you i
nterested in adopting a fine young lady like Dragonfly, seen here?
In Western North Carolina, visit Brother Wolf Animal Rescue or visit their website at:
Check them out as they may have a new best friend waiting for you! If you are financially able to, please consider making a donation to this fine organization. The cats, dogs, staff and I thank you.
Here's a Halloween shirt I recently designed for fund raising, in support of the American Cancer Society:

The Poet's Corner New 

I Never Said Goodbye

It has been a long long time
Still I miss you so
Those lazy lazy summer days
Warm nights of long ago.

Upon green grass I'd often sit
You lying by my side
We'd watch the many clouds roll by
In you I would confide.

In times of autumn ours
When leaves were turning brown
We'd watch them fall together
As they softly touched the ground.

Then winter's winds came calling
Dark shadows, waning light
You'd lie near me, I'd hold you close
Throughout the frozen night.

The spring it came, a welcome
Seemed earlier that year
In my mind I never thought
That soon you'd disappear.

Yes, It's been a long long time
And oh, I loved you so
I called for you, I searched for you
In places you would go.

The years have passed, too fast it seems
I guess I'll never know
But I still see you from time to time
In dreams of long ago.

Now there's something I must say
That will haunt me till I die
I never had the chance to say
Farewell dear friend,

Yes, it has been a long long time...

© 2013 DM Gundlach - WIredwood Songs.  All Rights Reserved.


Like a pendulum
Swinging back and forth
Tick tock, tick tock
Around the clock
It moves in circles
Around the face
In certain cycles
Each has its place
It does not speed up
It can never slow down
But continues to travel
Round and round
Within each circle
Change takes place
And when once written
Is not erased
Ride these hands
For they are ours
Move with them
Through minutes and hours
For we travel through time
With every breath
And continue to do so
Until our death
Life's pedulum
Swaying back and forth
Tick tock tick tock
Around the clock

© 2013 DM Gundlach - WIredwood Songs.  All Rights Reserved.

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