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.