Friday, November 06, 2009

OATES AND THE TRANS-CANADIAN ARIEL


Dave the Photo Pyrate is at it again, and has turned up a very interesting set of photos in the Library and Archives of Canada, of J. Graham Oates, the subject of the charming paperback 'Aurora to Ariel' (Bill Snelling, Amulree Publications, 1993 - the book can be purchased here). Oates was one of that peculiarly English 'Bulldog Breed' who made their way to far and difficult points of the globe in search of Adventure and Glory.

Of his many accomplishments, which included road racing, endurance events (including several ISDTs), boat racing, etc, his trans-Canadian motorcycle trip of 1928 was surely his most difficult and notable stunt, in a lifetime filled with adventure. This was the first journey across the country by a vehicle with 'rubber tires', and as roads simply didn't exist for a thousand miles within the Canadian interior, railway lines were simply the only option available. The motorcycle was a new '28 Ariel 'Two Port' 497cc ohv machine, with a Sturgess (Canaidan built) zepellin-style sidecar, three wheels being necessary to carry supplies.

Man and machine took a beating, the sidecar in particular nearly falling to pieces many times, as the outfit ran on the SLEEPERS, and not on the tracks per se; Oates' body was constantly pounded, and he must have suffered terribly.

The Ariel had a bit of trouble too, and corks for the clutch and other parts (including, apparently, a new frame!) had to be dropped off by rail to whatever remote spot Oates found himself stranded. And yes, he could communicate with the Railroad via their telephone lines adjacent to the tracks (clearly seen in the photos). The Canadian rail company demanded Oates attend a rail training school in Sault Ste. Marie, to gain pole-climbing skills necessary to use the field telephone carried in his sidecar. The Railroad granted permission to use their rails; Oates became an 'Unscheduled Frieght Train'!

As can be seen on the sidecar, sponsorship was provided by Castrol Oils, who were having a difficult time breaking into the Canadian market. The trip was planned in conjunction with their Canadian representative, Charles Dennis Browne - the two were chums from the Calvary in WW1, and Browne was the nephew of Lord Wakefield, owner of Castrol (and one wonders if a troublesome nephew was sent to the wilds of Canada to be out of Wakefield's hair!) The whole escapade was hatched over a massive booze-up the night before Oates was due to sail back to England; Canada was a stop-over for Oates, who planned to return to his native Isle of Man, after four years in Bolivia overseeing a tin mining operation in the Andes! (The mine was owned by the Guggenheims - as in Museum - and wouldn't it have been nice if Oates' Ariel had been displayed at the Art of the Motorcycle exhibit? Full circle, sort of.).

Oates repeated the exercise in 1932, again with an Ariel, this time a 'Red Hunter' equipped with sidecar, and a clever extendable axle which allowed the outfit to ride the actual rails - which was still a bit bumpy, with transitions at either end of each piece of rail (while European train tracks are welded together, their North American cousins have open joints, making a familiar clackety-clack under steel wheels). This trip was far more extensive than the first, covering 12,000 miles between Aug.1 and Dec.17, with forays to Hudson Bay and into the United States. This time, Ariel was the sponsor , and Oates was by this time becoming well-known for his many stunts. He even spent time with aviator Charles Lindbergh, whose seaplane is in the photo above.

The following is from the Library and Archives website:

"J. Graham Oates (1898-1972), an avid motorcyclist, was born in Douglas on the Isle of Man. England and later served as a dispatch horseback and motorcycle courier in WWI (1914-1916). During World War 1, he was gassed and as a result, lost the sight of his left eye. After convalescence, he recognized the possible growth of the motorcycling industry and decided to manufacture a Manx-built machine known as the Aurora. From 1920 to 1926 he competed in many competitions throughout Britain. In 1926, Oates travelled to Bolivia and worked at the world's highest tin mine in the Andes.

In 1928, on his way back home to Britain, he made a holiday stop over in Canada and met a wartime colleague who was attempting, without a great deal of success, to sell Castrol Oil in Canada. To gain nation-wide publicity, Oates suggested that Castrol Oil sponsor him on an across Canada ride on an Ariel 500 cc motorcycle and sidecar. The trip had never before been achieved on a rubber tired vehicle.

Oates began the trip at Halifax in July 1928 and soon realized that roads did not exist for many sections of the country and was forced to ride 800 miles between the railway lines. After 21 days of adventure, Oates arrived in Vancouver.

During the next three years, Oates remained in Canada and created a thriving motorcycle and boat dealership. In 1932, he returned to Britain and with the assistance of the editor of the Weekly Times, Oates planned his longest and most spectacular trip throughout England and Canada, this time to promote the sale of Empire Goods. After travelling 1800 miles around England he set sail to Canada and retraced the 1928 trip as far as Winnipeg. He then travelled northward, once more using the rails, to Hudson Bay. He was the first person to reach Hudson Bay on a rubber tired vehicle. There was still a lack of roads across the centre of Canada, but this time Oates was better prepared for rail travel. A small pair of flanged wheels were attached to the front and rear of the machine and the sidecar wheel axel extended outward to fit the gauge of the rails, making it possible to ride on the rails. During the latter part of the trip, the Ariel company, his main sponsor went into liquidation, leaving Oates stranded in Montreal. As a result he worked as an assistant steward on a tramp steamer bound for Glasgow. After his return to Britain, he participated in many motorcycling events throughout Europe.

In 1939, he was recalled to the Royal Army Service Corps. and established a school for soliders about to enter WII as pispatch drivers. He trained new recruits throughout WII and later retired, as a Lt. Colonel.

After the war, Oates assisted with the formation and running of cycling and scooter events. In 1964, he started the roofing firm of J. Graham Oates Ltd., which continues today."

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

RACER ON THE ROAD-TEST: 1933 VELO KTT MKIV

Back in July 2000, my good friend John Jennings of Perth, Australia, rode one day of the week-long Velocette Owner's Club of North America Summer Rally on my 1933 MkIV KTT Velo. In its current incarnation, 'The Mule' was built up for historic racing by Eddie Arnold in the late 1970s. Eddie found the machine at Mack's Motorcycles in Massachusetts, where it had been imported as an engine only from the factory in 1933. Presumably a donor KSS chassis housed the engine (or Mack's also purchased a factory-spare frame; it bears no numbers).
As European-style road-racing was almost nonexistent in the US at that time, it must have seen competition on the dirt ovals popular on the East Coast at that time. My friend Rick Haner is convinced his father raced this very machine 'in the day', and had a photograph he believed showed KTT470 in competition. Sadly, his house burned a couple of years ago, so the search for documentation continues...

By John Jennings

“Who me? Are you serious? All day tomorrow? I sure would!” This was roughly the response Paul d’Orleans heard when he offered me a ride on the most impressive and desirable Velo in attendance at the 2000 Summer Ride. So the deal was done – Paul and Alison would ride Paul’s Viper, which had been my faithful mount thus far, and I would ride Paul’s delectable 1933 KTT. Because of its heroic passage along the treacherous dirt of Mule Town Road the previous day of the rally, the KTT has become widely known as the "Little Mule". The Mule and I have shared many happy miles in North America, including one dramatic day in 2005 when the friendly officers of the Lake Tahoe CHP decided that it should be impounded for 'registration irregularities' - but that's another story [It certainly is...]. What follows is my impressions after the first big day on the Mule.

It was a hot Thursday evening in Etna, in the mountain wilds of NorCal – the most northern part of our route. Friday we were returning to rally HQ, Redway some 250 miles to the south. Between Etna and Redway stood some of the most challenging roads of the week, including the infamous Forks of Salmon road, where legend has it that reclusive locals in beaten up pick-ups have been known to force unwanted tourists off the road and over the edge of the roadside abyss, never to be seen again. ‘Am I doing the right thing?’, came a small voice in my head.

Friday dawned to a crisp blue sky over the Etna City Park. KTT sat poised to go, on a convenient stump; a surrogate centrestand. After packing the gear onto the Viper and a final check of its vital parts, it was time to hand this mount over to Paul for the day. Paul gave some basic instructions and advice. Fuel taps. Tickler. Lots of oil blowing from the exposed valve gear onto the rear tyre. Upside down gearshift pattern (fortunately the same as the reverse gear lever equipped Viper). No rear view mirror. No kickstarter. No silencer. No horn. No lights. A front brake that works best once there’s some heat in the linings. How to bump start. ‘Am I doing the right thing?’, the small voice asked again.

Time to go. I looked at the long gravel access road and did a rough head count of the assembled onlookers. Discretion versus valour. ‘Righto Paul, show me how it’s done, mate!’ Paul is a special sort of Velo rider. I knew that he’d bumped and thumped KTT along the impossible, impassable Mule Town Road the previous day. I knew that he’d bump started KTT in loose sand when there was no-one else around in 98 degree heat. I knew this bit of gravel access road would be a piece of cake for him. And so it was. I pulled on the gloves, walked down to where he sat side saddle, blipping the throttle and threw my leg over the low slung sprung saddle. I rode down to the main road and did a couple of familiarisation laps while waiting for P & A on the Viper. I stopped the engine and did a trial bump start. Second gear, wind back off compression, clutch in, then run and bump. KTT fires but before I can get the clutch in stalls with a couple of kangaroo hops – my fault, not hers. Second attempt I grab the clutch, just in time. Before day’s end I have my own version of the bump start routine that suits me better. First gear, wind back off compression, clutch in, run and bump and clutch in. Then catch the engine on the throttle. The lower gear spins the engine faster and almost guarantees that it will fire immediately, so you don’t have to wait for things to light up, then respond with the clutch. Not recommended for sand or gravel bump starts, however.

Paul & Alison appear on the laden Viper and we turn east and almost immediately start a long climb. For KTT, with more power than Viper and far less unladen weight, this is no problem. But for Viper the added burden of all my camping gear plus pillion (albeit a lightweight one today) means each ascent becomes a second and third gear challenge. But Paul pushes hard and we enjoy a pleasant 15 minutes or so of climbing before the hairpins appear and the grade steepens. Paul waves me by and for the first time I feel the exhilaration of riding a Velo with a power to weight ratio that makes uphill as much fun as downhill. This KTT pulls strongly from low revs, and after each up change the bars literally tug on your arms as the clutch bites and the revs rise quickly to the next change point or braking point, whichever arrives first. After another 20 minutes or so we crest a saddle at 5500 feet. The view is spectacular in every direction. I stop at a viewing bay, dismount and reflect on the oily black and gold machine leaning against the stone wall. So far Paul’s advice is right - the oily rear tyre grips, but I wouldn’t like to try it on damp or wet bitumen. The riding position is more relaxed than racy, with flattish bars and mid mounted footpegs (definitely not rearset). The rear brake feels spongy (cable operated) but bites progressively. The front brake – well haven’t had much call for it yet, as engine braking has done most of the work so far. The clutch is a beauty, freeing cleanly for the bump start routine and not a sign of slip under power. Paul credits me with this, as it had started to drag during the previous day’s horror stretch and I spent 10 minutes with the adjusting peg on Thursday evening, and reset the cable. No cover on the gearbox sprocket so it was even easier than normal. Steering is precise, with the MkVIII style front end (forks and brake) giving clear signals as to what the front tyre is up to, and doing a ‘good for the era’ job of absorbing bumps. And the sprung saddle looks after minor bumps OK but after landing a little far back and copping the rear edge of the seat in the coccyx on one occasion, I decide to ride on the pegs for any substantial bumps I see in future.

The frenzied sound of a little engine working hard signals the arrival of the Viper. P & A soak up the view, then Paul decides a nearby rock cairn would be a great setting for a victory shot of KTT [above]. So we manoeuvre it gingerly out onto the cairn, engage first gear so it won’t roll away and prop the left footpeg on a substantial rock. Alison shoots photos from every angle, then we safely retrieve KTT and it’s off again, for my first taste of downhill KTT’ing. I must say that selecting the crest of a mountain for the first public demonstration of my prowess at the bump start routine was a masterstroke! However KTT fires up in the first 10 feet of the decline, leaving 4990 feet in reserve.

Paul obviously believes I‘ll get the plot home in one piece so I don’t feel the need for us to travel in convoy all day. I’m definitely a “travel at your own pace” sort of person, and generally detest the regimented riding which some Clubs force upon their riders. After a few gentle corners I begin to get the feel of the bike again and the pace quickens. But the first hairpin I encounter calls for an extraordinary amount of pressure on the front brake (and as much as I dare on the rear) to get down to a speed where I’m comfortable to tip it into the turn. Comfortable or not, there comes a point in every turn where tip it in you must, as the options are few. Lesson learnt – this ain’t no Tickle twin leader and I must adjust braking points to suit. Down through Sawyers Bar and on to Forks of Salmon I see few other Velos. The pace of the KTT on all the uphill riding means by this time Viper must be far behind. I come up behind a Velo pottering along at about 40 mph. I slip past and continue on at an enjoyable 7 or 8-tenths sort of pace. The road is bumpy and a little narrow but many of the corners have a clear view around. I look behind at one stage and see that the potterer has tagged on and we enjoy this ride for the next half hour or so. He drops back a little and then a little further down this winding road I hear another sound, at my left ear in the middle of a sweeping left-hander. Paul has cruised up on the inside. He waves, gives the thumbs up, shouts something (which is later translated to ‘it sounds great – I’ve been following you for 10 minutes’). Must look over my shoulder more often in future. I spend the remainder of the ride puzzling as to how the laden Viper could close what surely must have been a 10 to 15 minute advantage given the numerous climbs along the road this morning. Was there a shortcut I didn’t see? Or does he just ride downhill without touching brakes at all? [Yes.]

We stop at Soames Bar and the potterer turned tagger reveals himself as Frank Brennan, who admits to getting a real buzz out of following the KTT, simply to hear the note that she makes on the over run. This road must have given him a near overdose. I realise that the front brake has worked fine in the last hour or so, a combination of heat in the linings and my adjusting to its capabilities.

The remainder of the day passes with just a few incidents – major wildfire blocking the road, a broken clutch cable (replaced in 20 minutes when a spare was offered by a real Good Samaritan – thanks Victor), a much too close up view of a minor landslide, a fantastic lunch in the cool of a restored Victorian era Hotel in Ferndale (thanks again Victor for your good company), a severe lack of fuel (thanks Bill for getting me out of trouble) and a rough ride through the redwoods near day’s end. Back at Redway that evening, I leaned KTT against a tree near Paul’s room, closed the fuel taps, stood back, took a deep breath and smiled. I’d just heard a small voice say ‘You did the right thing!’

Thanks Paul for the opportunity of a lifetime. Thanks CHP for leaving us alone for the whole day, despite KTT’s doubtful legality on those public roads. And thanks KTT - you deserved the 'Machine of the Rally' award bestowed upon you on Saturday evening."
John Jennings

Saturday, October 10, 2009

AJS 10R; THE RACER THAT WASN'T

I've had the good fortune of corresponding with James J. Ward, a professor of history at Cedar Crest College in PA, about South American motorcycle racing. His interest lays principally in a very elusive beast; the AJS '10R', larger sibling to the AJS 7R, and true twin of the Matchless G45. Never advertised or spoken of in the day, the '10R' magically appeared at the request of perhaps only two dealers, who had their own reasons to demand an AJS badge to their 500cc racing efforts. I've severely edited Ward's scholarly treatise on the subject, which you can read in full here at the International Journal for Motorcycle Studies website.

The Mysterious AJS 10R: A Motorcycle Detective Story

"British motorcyclists knew that the AJSs and Matchlesses in dealers’ shops in the 1950s and 1960s were one and the same, differing only in badges, transfers, and the shape of their silencers. In the 1930s, the parent company, Associated Motor Cycles, had made the marketing decision to continue producing the two marques, as each had its loyal following. At the height of its prosperity in the late 1950s, AMC offered a full range of single and twin cylinder-powered machines under both logos. This practice gave rise to the term badge-engineering, and while AMC was hardly the sole perpetrator, the London factory carried it to considerable extremes.In the 1960s, buyers looking for a 750cc heavyweight twin could choose an AJS, a Matchless, or a Norton, all assembled from the same parts bins.
When AMC collapsed in 1966, only Norton survived, living on in various government-subsidized amalgamations before finally expiring more than a decade later.

On the racing side of the ledger, AMC followed a different strategy. After the takeover of AJS in 1931, the Stevens’ family initials were reserved for AMC’s road racers [likely due to the disappearance of the 'Matchless' name from racing by the early 1920s - pd'o] while the company’s trials machines carried the names of both marques.
The most technically advanced AJS racer, the liquid-cooled, supercharged 500cc V-4 introduced in 1938, looked like a sure championship contender, but fell victim to the post-WW II ban on forced-air induction.In contrast, the normally-aspirated 350cc 7R single, first seen in 1948, was a winner right from the start, its affordable price and easy maintenance making it popular with private riders as the “Boy’s Racer".

Things changed in 1951, when the AMC race shop fitted a competition version of the company’s 500cc road-going twin into the 7R frame and entered the prototype, wearing Matchless badges, in that year’s Manx Grand Prix. A year later, the Matchless racer, now dubbed the G45, was back to win, leading from start to finish and setting new lap and race records. For 1953, the world’s “only multi-cylinder production racer” was part of the Matchless line-up. After several years’ campaigning, with modest results in the championship rounds but greater success on tracks in the Commonwealth countries, the G45 was replaced by the G50, a bored-out version of the 7R that came on the market in 1958. All told, perhaps 100 G45s were manufactured, some of them going to the works team, most sold to private racers seeking an alternative to the pricey and technically notchy Norton Manx.

Thus the standard history has it that AMC’s only postwar twin-cylinder production racer was a Matchless. Geoffrey Wood’s 1969 article for the American magazine includes an illustration of the G45 with an AJS-branded tank, but writes this off as a borrowed component from the 7R.
Recently, however, a variation on that theme has been sounded, lending confirmation to a story Alan Cathcart published in 1985 in Classic Bike ["Restoring the unique AJS 10R", Aug. 1985].

In 1954, at least three and possibly as many as five 500cc twin-cylinder racers were released by the AMC factory, all destined for South America. Designated the AJS 10R—a logical extension from the 350cc single-cylinder 7R—these unique machines were, of course, G45s wearing different livery.

The first tip about the elusive 10R racer came from Alan Cathcart, in the article already mentioned. A few years later, Roy Bacon provided further evidence in his "British Motorcycles of the 1940s and 1950s", which included a photograph (shown above) of an AMC race bike being loaded onto a plane. The wrappings carry a prominent AJS logo, but the caption beneath the photo reads, “Despite the packing, there is a Matchless G45 under there en route to Venezuela.”

According to Alan Cathcart’s report, the genesis of the 10R was in Caracas, not in London. AJS and Matchless were sold by separate dealers in Venezuela, rather than jointly as was sometimes the case in the UK and the US. The result was a good bit of competitive spirit that carried over to the racetrack, where in the early 1950s British bikes contested Italian makes like Moto Guzzi and Gilera. Much of the racing took place on public streets (closed off by the police), with competitors riding modified versions of factory-issued road bikes.

The well-known enthusiasm of President Marcos Pérez Jiménez (1952-58 see photo above) for motorsport encouraged local rivalries and rewarded risk-taking. In this freewheeling scene, any advantage that might be gained was not to be disregarded.

The Caracas importer for AJS was Julio César León, who was determined to keep his make at the front of the racing pack.When the G45 came on the market in 1953, León wanted the new racer, but only if it he could have it with AJS branding. After a year’s delay, in 1954 AMC obliged, “amazingly,” as Alan Cathcart put it. Five G45s were fitted with AJS tanks and timing cases and shipped, in AJS packing, to Venezuela. Entered in the race programs as AJSs, the bikes accomplished their purpose, keeping León’s riders in the battle for the national honors. They were raced, Cathcart wrote, until they were no longer competitive and were then retired. Only one had survived and was being restored to its original condition by a Caracas collector.

Neither Mick Walker’s scrupulously researched AJS and Matchless marque histories nor such other reliable sources as Cyril Ayton’s "A-Z Guide to British Motorcycles" and Mick Duckworth’s "Classic Racing Motorcycles" give any hint that—as Alan Cathcart cleverly phrased it—“a racing version of the AJS Model 20 twin” ever existed.
(AJS Model 20 roadster engine pictured)

Stories about this or that G45 have appeared in enthusiast magazines like Classic Bike and Classic Racer, especially when one of these veteran racers has been safely returned to its country of origin. But there has not been a feature on those one-off 10Rs that were shipped to South America in 1954.

In January 2008, Paul Mihalka, who now works for a BMW dealer in the US, posted a four-part memoir to an online riders’ site recalling his years as a young motorcycle racer in South America in the 1950s. Born in Hungary, Paul emigrated with his family to Venezuela after the war, where he learned Spanish by going to the movies and how to ride by hanging around motorcycle shops and race tracks.In 1953, Paul won his novice race on an AJS 350cc single.He then made a deal with the local Velocette dealer that enabled him to ride a much-modified 350cc MAC pushrod single in the national championship series. Engaging in spirited competition with local hero José Antonio (“El Negro”) Vivas, who was on an AJS, Mihalka won two races and finished second or third in six others, giving him the Venezuelan title. His success qualified him to compete in the South American Championship race in Lima, Peru. Running in the 350cc class against a field that included Swiss-born Theodore Roth on an Enfield Bullet and his nemesis El Negro on a race-modified AJS 16, Mihalka brought his Velocette home to first, no mean accomplishment in his first year of full-time competition.

(Paul Mihalka (Velocette) leads José Antonio 'El Negro' Vivas (AJS) in a 1953 race.)

The only cloud on the Venezuelan horizon was the appearance, toward the end of the 1953 season, of the AJS 7R, a production racer with an accumulating record of victories on British racecourses. The local AJS importer, Julio César León, had succeeded in persuading the championship organizers to open the competition to this new breed of machine .A national hero thanks to being the first Venezuelan to compete in an Olympics, in London in 1948 as a cyclist, León had plenty of political clout. The 7R quickly showed itself to be superior to the modified street bikes that until then had the racetracks to themselves. For the 1954 season, the team León was going to field looked to have the edge. Since the Velocette dealer for whom Mihalka raced also held the local Matchless concession, the intramural rivalry was intense.

Mihalka was now equipped with an overhead cam Velocette KTT, cobbled together from a worn-out European example brought back to life with parts from his previous year’s MAC. The KTT gave Mihalka a first and a second in the first two races of the series. He was then offered the opportunity to ride a brand new Gilera Saturno by the Venezuelan importer for Alfa Romeo and Lancia. Pre-war Gileras, especially the 500cc single-cylinder “Otto Bullonis,” were still competitive on South American tracks, and the Italian company’s multi-cylinder 500cc racers had carried Umberto Masetti to two world championships in 1950 and 1952 and Geoff Duke to another in 1953. Although it used a modified version of a 500cc single-cylinder road engine, the Saturno was light, nimble, and superbly put together. It had a broad power band, with plenty of low-end acceleration, and could top out at 120 mph, not quite up to a Manx but within striking distance of the 7R. In Mihalka’s description, “It handled like nothing else before. It was super light. Its Italian nickname was ‘la Piuma,’ the feather. . . . [It was] the perfect bike for the Venezuelan race tracks.” With his new mount and points already in the bag, Paul appeared set to repeat his championship.
(above; Gilera 'Piuma')

But Julio César León was not without resources. He had already pulled one rabbit out of the hat by getting the regulations changed to admit the 7R. Now he turned to AMC to provide him with a match for Mihalka’s Gilera.

Before the Saturno reached Caracas, León had taken shipment of three 500cc twin-cylinder racers from London. These were G45s, which AMC had transformed into AJSs so that León could enter them as part of his team. As Mihalka recalls, “They were in full AJS colors and trim, and the engines were stamped with a serial number that said AJS 10R.” If the bikes had arrived as G45s, to be re-branded in León’s garages, Mihalka was prepared to file a protest. Instead, he was invited to see the bikes unloaded, neutralizing his objections.

(Paul Mihalka on his Gilera Saturno leads 'El Negro' on an AJS in 1954.)

Few details are available on the races that followed. Despite Julio César León’s ingenuity, Mihalka won his second championship, with five firsts and a second. He recalls losing to a 10R in one race, but beating the AJSs in at least two others. They were quick, Mihalka admits, but they tended to break, a fault not unknown to other riders of the AMC racing twin (e-mail, April 2008). The fastest of the 10R riders was Pedro José Betancourt, who went on to become one of Venezuela’s most successful racers. Another of León’s riders, the German-born Lambert Danzer, also made something of a name for himself on the 10R. At the end of the 1954 season, Mihalka decided (as he puts it in his memoir) to get a real life. He retired from motorcycle racing and, using his skills as a draughtsman and engineer, went to work for IBM. What happened to the 10Rs is a mystery to him.

In the early 1980s, one of the AJS racers came to light when Caracas collector Gerald Römer discovered it in “a shady part of town in the hands of old time mechanics and street racers” (e-mail, July 2008). The bike still had its oversized fuel and oil tanks, alloy front fender, and racing brakes, but was missing the original engine. Instead, it carried a single-carburetor AJS road engine, possibly brought up to CSR specifications (hot cams, high compression pistons, different carb jet). In place of the Burman four-speed close-ratio gearbox that the racers used, an AMC transmission had been fitted. With these changes, the ex-racer would have been well down on speed, a deficit increased by the heavier weight of the road engine.

(timing side of Römer's machine)

The bike was not running when Römer bought it, and he could learn nothing of its history, although it had clearly been through the wars. By then few people remembered the AJS 10Rs. Most people thought the bike was a G45 that had been “locally modified,” as Römer puts it. This was the motorcycle that Alan Cathcart profiled in his 1985 story. Römer kept the bike for several years, intending to restore it to G45 specifications. In 1991 or 1992, he sold it, still with the road engine, and along with a 7R and a G50 that had belonged to Lambert Danzer, to a California buyer. Before that, Team Obsolete boss Rob Iannucci had come from the US to inspect the 10R but, failing to recognize it for what it was, had passed on the chance to add it to his collection of rare AJS racers.

(drive side of the M20-engined 10R)

James Philbrick, who administers the online G45 Register in the UK and perhaps knows more about the AMC racer than anyone else, has written that beyond Alan Cathcart’s 1985 article and one or two photographs, little evidence of the AJS 10R remains. Philbrick then adds a note that in 1953 AMC built a 10R racer for a Singer automobile dealer in Twickenham, Middlesex. This dealer sponsored a 7R rider in local races and, when the G45 became available, wanted one to complete his team—but only if he could have it as an AJS (e-mail, July 2008). So Julio César León may not have been the first, or the only, AJS vendor to exact his due from the London factory. For anyone trying to track down the pedigree of an AJS or Matchless motorcycle, the interchangeability of the two marques presents a challenge. With the racers, the odds are steeper. Bill Martin, who helped restore a G45 in New Zealand, notes that some of the bikes meant for sidecar racing were bored out to 600cc, so that a few “over-sized” G45 engines may be lurking somewhere, waiting for an advantageous moment to come on the auction block (e-mail, July 2008). For racers that were campaigned over a long stretch, with frequent repairs, on-the-spot parts swaps, and variations that individual riders may have insisted on, the challenge becomes more arduous. What the 10Rs that were shipped to Venezuela in the 1950s may have looked like twenty or thirty years later can best be appreciated by anyone who follows the “found in a barn” features in features in Classic Bike and The Classic Motorcycle. Unfortunately, none of those barns has been in Caracas.

(above; a sectioned drawing of a 10R/G45 engine)

For some time Gerald Römer has been trying to track down stories of a 10R that might still exist, hoping to replace the one he let go in the 1990s. His contacts include some ex-racers who competed during the 1950s, when Julio César León’s dealership made sure the AJS brand was well represented on the Venezuelan tracks. A couple of Römer’s leads appeared promising, even if they required him to re-visit those “shady” parts of town. But in a recent communication, the Caracas collector writes that the trail “went cold suddenly,” as it often does when stories about old racing motorcycles begin circulating decades after they last saw track action.

Even before Paul Mihalka published his memoir, bits and pieces of the 10R story were coming to the surface. In a 2005 issue of Classic Racer, British racer and journalist Bill Swallow raised the question of the G45’s clone, the AJS 10R. Several letters followed, one of which, from the US, reported that two-time world champion Umberto Masetti rode a Matchless G45 “disguised as an AJS” in a race in Valencia, Venezuela in 1957. According to the correspondent, Masetti was riding for a dealer who did not want his entrant mounted on a Matchless (“Letter from America”). Presumably this was none other than Julio César León, still looking for an edge on the Venezuelan marketplace for British bikes. Was Masetti’s bike one of the original 10Rs that had been shipped from London? In fact, a photograph of Masetti astride a 10R appeared in the British publication Motor Cycling in February 1958, with the caption noting that “the local AJS agent doesn’t deal in Matchlesses” (“Sports Gossip”). The magazine wondered how the AJS racer had impressed Masetti, given that by the time he rode it he had three years’ experience on the world-beating MV Agusta under his belt.

As elusive as the facts of the 10R story are photographs that prove the bike’s existence. Yet that is where the story might best be traced. In 2006, Paul Henshaw’s "Encyclopedia of the Motorcycle" included a photograph of a “1954 AJS 10R racing twin” Unfortunately, other than the caption, no information is provided. The photo itself looks to have been taken in the AMC works and includes what appear to be packing materials, raising the question whether the bike is one of those destined for South America. In December 2007, Paul Milhalka posted a photograph of former competitor Lambert Danzer on an online site, with the caption indicating that Danzer was riding a 7R (“Lambert Danzer”). One look at the photo suggests something else. The 7R uses a right side exhaust. Danzer’s bike has an exhaust exiting from the left side of the cylinder head, implying a matching right side pipe. Could the bike be one of the ultra-rare three-valve 7Rs, with which AJS won the junior TT in 1954? That would explain the second exhaust. There are stories that a three-valve 7R was raced in Venezuela in the 1950s. Alan Cathcart noted this in his 1985 report, and Paul Mihalka remembers a “triple-knocker” 7R when he was winning his championships.

(Although captioned as a 7R, Lambert Danzer is riding an AJS 10R in this photo. Photograph courtesy of Paul Milhalka)

But a closer look at the Danzer photograph indicates otherwise. There’s a rev counter drive coming off the left side crankcase, a mechanical improbability on the overhead cam three-valve 7R. On the AMC 500cc twin, the drive ran off the left end of the exhaust cam, as in the photo. So in all likelihood, Danzer, with the AJS logo on his helmet, is riding one of the 10Rs. The overall look of the bike, and especially what can be seen of the engine’s architecture, is that of AMC’s 500cc racing twin, and the way it is fitted out certainly does not betray a last minute conversion intended to fool the scrutineers.

('El Negro' Vivas on an AJS 10R in Caracas in 1954. Note the AJS timing cover.)

In July 2008 Venezuela’s motorsport press commemorated the fiftieth anniversary of the death of José Antonio Vivas. Lauded as “the first great idol of Venezuelan motorcycling,” Vivas died at age twenty-six after he crashed his BSA Gold Star on the Los Próceres track in Caracas. “El Negro” Vivas was better known for his hard-charging style and fierce determination to win than for his riding skill—there were lots of spills, recalls Paul Mihalka, who patterned his own technique on the ever-so-smooth six-time world champion Geoff Duke—but he was a favorite with the racing public. Penalties, suspensions, and frequent quarrels with racing officials added to Vivas’s popularity.

For the anniversary of El Negro’s death, his family contributed some photographs, not seen for years, of the hero in action. In two of them, he is riding an AMC racing twin in AJS colors, which has to be one of the 10Rs. Paul Mihalka says that José Antonio Vivas did not have use of a 10R when they were competing, and given his penchant for dropping bikes, it is entirely plausible that Julio César León kept the daredevil rider away from the precious twin-cylinder racers in their first couple of seasons. But Vivas did take the South American championship twice, in 1954 in the 350cc class and again in 1955 in the 500cc class. In the latter year, the race reports listed him as riding an AJS.

('El Negro' airborne on the AJS 10R at the 1955 Championship Race in Lima, Peru. These two courtesy of Octávio Estrada, from the family of José Antonio Vivas)

So it could be that, for the championship, León relented and gave his charismatic driver the chance to show his stuff on the “big” AJS. Like Paul Mihalka’s photograph of Lambert Danzer in action, the photos of El Negro are spot on, one of them right down to the marque-specific AJS timing case, more evidence that the 10R ran, challenged, and won on South American race tracks. To the surprise of AMC’s directors in London—if they were even paying attention—and their marketing strategists, it was an AJS “production” racing twin, not a Matchless, that took an international championship."

Sunday, September 27, 2009

STANDARD RACE TRANSPORT

(From the Standard Motor Club website):

"Allan Sorensen from Denmark has sent these remarkable photographs of his father, Svend Aage Sorensen, together with this associated story:

Svend was a keen Motorcycle Racer and attended the Isle of Man TT from 1935 to 1953. In 1946 he bought a 1938 Standard Flying 8 Saloon as a transporter for his bikes. He used this to attend the Isle of Man from 1947 to 1952. The photo above shows the car in its transporter mode. Typically, there is a Norton Manx 350cc racer strapped behind, and an Excelsior 350cc bike together with a spare Norton 500cc engine inside, the passenger seat having been removed. As a counterbalance on the front are several wheels and tyres! Most years Svend journeyed on his own except in 1949 when Alans mother joined Svend and travelled in the back seat!

From 1950 to 1952 the car was also used for the trip from Denmark to the Hedemora Grand Prix in Sweden, a trip of sixteen hours each way. The Flying 8 carried the bikes and both Alan and his mother. Alan sat on the floor between his mothers legs and his only view was treetops and the electrical wires. No DVD movies or computer games, but four exciting days in the pits. 1952 was the "worst" year for the Standard as his father had got a Featherbed 500cc Norton, a Norton Gardengate Manx 350cc and a Norton Featherbed Manx 500cc engine. On one occasion they all had to get out of the car when the back seat started to smoke as a rear tyre was rubbing on the bodywork. Alan also recalls his mother taking over the driving when his father fell asleep.

Remarkably Svend was never stopped for being overweight!

The car required painting 4 times in their ownership - the bikes damaged the paintwork.

When the car was sold in 1952 and replaced by an EMW, East German Van, the extra space allowed Allans sister to come along as well.."

[It was common in the 1920s and 30s for impecunious racers to find creative transport for their mounts, tools, and spares. This little Standard is a late example of the practice, and especially dramatic given the number of wheels and tires strapped to the bonnet! - pd'o ]

And this update from Bo Eklund:

"Hallo Paul.
Referring to your recent notes under the heading "Standard Race Transport", about the Danish road racer Svend Aage Sörensen, may I take the liberty to add the following:

Svend-Aage Sorensen was a very competent racer, gaining many very good results i international road races between the years 1934 - 1953.
In 1934 he won the 250 class in Swedish Grand Prix, riding a works British Excelsior "Mechancal Marvel".
He competed in 25 races at the TT in the Isle of Man, between the years 1935 - 1953, gaining some commendable placings and several replicas, often having been supplied Works machines from British Excelsior.
He won both 350 and 500 classes at the major Swedish road race Hedemora Grand Prix in 1950, against international competition, using the same machine, having changed the engines between the races.
At the Hedemora races in 1951 he again won the 500 class and came 3rd in the 350 class.
He was a very popular and much liked and respected rider among competitors as well among the race organizers".
Regards, Bo Eklund, Sweden."

Saturday, September 19, 2009

JACKETS, PAINT, AND VINTAGENTS

A reader from Turkey, apparently a graphic artist, sent the photo below, of his homage á Vintagent...I can certainly get behind the motto (it applies to my motorcycles, among other things...), although the Tim Burton characters aren't my cup of tea.

So I suppose it's time I came out of the closet as an artist - I used to paint jackets for my friends, back in the 1980's - here is a selection of my favorites (or at least, the ones I bothered to photograph!). The jackets at top were snapped at the top of Mt. Tamalpais in Marin County, on Easter Sunday, 1987, at sunrise. The
'Easter ride' was for 10 years a fun and slightly arduous pre-dawn foray to the top of the nearest mountain; usually we left SF at 4am, with flashlights or bicycle lights taped to our handlebars if Joe Lucas weren't cooperating, to freeze in the foggy chill and hopefully catch a glimpse of a weak orange sun before tearing back down the hill for breakfast. That's my 'Velocette' jacket, still performing reliably, although seriously patinated at this point. The skull with mohawk image is stolen from Vivienne Westwood's original from the 'Sex' collection ca.1976; hers was made from chicken bones wired together!

The Panther jacket celebrated Wendy's wondrously slow Model 75, purchased from Hollis Button. Terribly reliable though, and she rode it Everywhere in the late 80's, often catching a retinue of young hopefuls; you would have followed her too...

Denise loved her blue Velocette Venom enough to enlarge the Veloce, Ltd headstock transfer; the 'Naughty Lady' has always been a favorite of the cognoscenti (photo by moto-journalist Andy Saunders, ca. '89).

Guy had these 'drama masks' tattooed on his arm, and wanted it visible when he was riding. Yes that's Wendy, and a very young yours truly, before her little blue Panther.

Lest we not forget the sacred, Bill commissioned a Triskelion with the Manx logo 'quocunque jeceris stabit' ('where you throw me, I stand'). And of course, our model (a hirsute pd'o) sits on a Norton, albeit a Commando Fastback, ca '69, owned by Craig, the white-scarfed Rocker bemusedly occupying the front steps of a decrepit Victorian, in a then-notorious neighborhood, which of course is nowadays Very Expensive...

And occasionally a client with a Job would commission leather-abuse; Joe preferred a leather-clad Rocker supplant winged Mercury on his Vincent logo, although he's probably the only such to hold a caduseus!

It's hard to look tough when your avatar is Tinkerbell...but, Alison was game to follow my exuberant riding on her own bikes, sometimes ending up in a ditch for her efforts! The jacket held up to the scuffs and insults of pavement, but a few damp Australian winters have taken their toll on the leather - fix it Tink!

Victor, the actor, wanted a dramatic logo for his LA gang to follow, so it was Laughing Death with dice spilling from his ghastly jaws... all in good fun.

And no, I haven't done a jacket for a long time, and don't intend to; now it's up to the young Turks, so to speak, to have their turn...






As an addendum - here is what my jacket looks like 20 years later: Scuffed, scarred, faded, abraded, and just about perfect.

Sunday, September 06, 2009

'SUPER KIM'; THE DETAILS

Gernot Schuh has kindly answered some of my technical questions regarding the modifications to the J.A.P. KTOR engine in what was formerly a normally aspirated, racing 1925 Zenith. The first incarnation was surely built under the supervision of Freddie Barnes himself, who personally oversaw all of the 'big gun' racers which exited his factory doors.

While we don't yet know the early history of Super Kim in England, it's useful to recall that this small company holds the distinction of more Brooklands 'Gold Stars' (for a lap over 100mph during a race) to its name than any other. This Zenith was originally built for a purpose - going fast, preferably faster than any other machine available at the time. Thus, it is no coincidence that the Sigrands chose a Zenith (over say, a Brough Superior, MacEvoy, etc) to bring home to South America; the Zenith had the reputation as the Fastest Machine You Could Buy for track racing in the 1920's. George Brough may have claimed differently, but the records at Brooklands tell the tale. Zenith was the Bomb.

Some technical notes (my words combined with Gernot's here):

The bore and stroke of this monster are 94.9x120mm, giving 1700cc, with a compression ratio of 6.6:1. Combine this with the blower's nominal delivery volume, this would give a corrected compression at maximum revs of 15.8:1 !

How can this work, especially with the carburettor setup, which we found to be for petrol rather than alcohol? The 'racing' cam timing holds the clue; the supercharger's efficiency, combined with extensive valve-overlap from the engine's unblown racing days. An 8.8mm valve lift on both exhaust and inlet valves at maximum 'bump' leaves about 4mm of valve opening at TDC! The incoming charge, blown past the partially open valves, would theoretically keep the exhaust valve in particular just a bit cooler, helping it survive in the very harsh combustion environment with such a high C.R.

The gearing pencils out for 260km/hr @ 5000rpm (156mph) in third gear. Wheelspin above 120mph probably would keep the maximum a bit below the theoretical top speed. Super Kim uses a three-speed Sturmey-Archer 'Super Heavyweight' gearbox, one of six ever built for record-breaking, and I believe, the only on not in use on a Brough Superior. Was it originally specified thus from Freddie Barnes? We don't know yet, as we don't know whether the machine was purchased new from Zenith, or in 'used' condition after a few seasons at Brooklands.

At maximum revs of 5000rpm, the piston speed is 20m/sec, a figure typically recommended as safe for racing in the engineering literature. The extensive piston drilling is a relic of 'Teens and Twenty's racing practice, when lightness was a premium (especially during the days of cast-iron pistons!), and engine revs were fairly low. Such drilling was also typical on connecting rods, and just about any other moving part in the engine! By the 1930's, as metallurgy improved, such 'cheesework' became obsolete and unneccessary. The pistons in Super Kim are clearly made in-house, as they're of a design I haven't seen, although it's possible, with such a large bore, that they came from a car.

Overall weight dry is 215kg (473lbs), which is really light for a Land Speed Record machine of this capacity; weight per se isn't a factor in top speed, only acceleration, and in fact, greater weight is an advantage in keeping the motorcycle stable, with both wheels on the ground, and helps minimize wheelspin. Having ridden rigid-frame racers at well over 100mph, I can attest that they aviate! A little avoirdupois certainly couldn't hurt, unless there is limited space possible for a straight-line run - a point completely relevant to a speed record in Argentina, which has few roads (or beaches) capable of a full-throttle, multi-mile record attempt. Quick acceleration might have been essential if only 3 or 4 miles of smooth straightaway were available.

During his rebuild, Gernot replaced the half-time pinion in the cambox, and the right-hand main bearing, and all the ball races in the drive side, along with the chains, tires, valves and springs, ignition cable, and about a dozen smaller parts. The camshaft and roller followers were refaced. All of this work took 320 hours, which includes 120 hours of deep cleaning and rust removal!

Asked if there were any surprises, Gernot says, "Suprises? The capacity, sure. Hmmm....and the twisted history, that is absolutely fascinating to me. That there is contact with the family. And so much appreciation for my work."

And how does it SOUND? "Like a tractor on drugs; on revs, it lets out a ROAR..." He adds, "The most important thing is: it runs, despite so many experts, who claimed it would not, and looks more like a racingman's hot dream. The inspection showed that it was used, at least for testing. There were traces of use on the cylinder walls, oil carbon here and there, and in the gearbox there was heavy wear between the mainshaft and the tubular shaft where the sprocket sits. This odd plate, that clamps the gearbox at the pin, were the kick start was once located, was not part of the original design."

To this I would add my own story with Super Kim. I was first introduced to photographs of the bike at Jay Leno's garage, 18 years ago. The seller, Hector Mendizabal (r.i.p.), claimed it was a Brough Superior, and it clearly wasn't, but we didn't at the time know what exactly it was. A bit of research on my own revealed it to be a highly modified Zenith, but the asking price was over the top at the time. By coincidence, I purchased a BS SS100 engine from Mendizabal a year later, and the Zenith came up again, still over-priced. I purchased the machine 11 years ago from the man who actually posessed Super Kim, for half the original price, after a tip-off from a Brough-owning friend in Germany.

I was warned at the time by 'experts' that Super Kim was a fake, a lash-up, a South American piece of trash, not worth the money, and that I would surely be defrauded at best, possibly shot at worst! I've spoken on this site before about the 'aura of fraudulence' around machines from South America, which hovers in the mind of North American and European bike collectors. That mindset persists to this day, and is evidenced by Gernot's own comments above regarding 'doubting experts'.

When I attempted to sell Super Kim 9 years ago, I was met with the same resistance, doubts, and scare talk. One Austrian fellow backed out of a signed purchase agreement, after being told by such an expert that the machine was basically worthless! I am fairly certain he regrets his decision nowadays... given that the last big-twin Zenith with racing history (unsupercharged) sold for $325,000.

Friday, September 04, 2009

ROAD TEST OF THE NEW BROUGH SUPERIOR SS101 'PENDINE'


After many, many months of anticipation, Pebble Beach provided the perfect opportunity for a road test of the new Brough Superior 'Pendine' model, an 1150cc ohv hotrod which is closely modeled on the George Brough's 1927 racing model. The capacity of the engine has increased, as has the power output, along with unseen improvements to metallurgy, casting techniques, and specification which were simply not available in the 1920's. The result is a motorcycle built to appear as an identical sister machine to those earlier models, but with an uprated spec, and a bit more oomph.

Mark Upham and his crew have done an amazing job with the machine, and I'll admit to having some hesitations when he announced his intention to build a new Brough. I've seen quite a few replica 'Broughs', ie built from new parts, and they have never failed to disappoint me - there is always something which gives the game away, from a droop to the exhaust or an amorphous timing chest casting, to a general malaise from poor quality finishing - sacrilege on a Brough Superior! The new machines, I am happy to report, are fantastic, and fulfill the original promise of the Brough Superior as 'Rolls Royce of Motorcycles' admirably. They look right, they feel right, and best of all, they ride right!

My roadtest was piggybacked onto Jay Leno's video test for his personal website, the results of which can be seen here:

Not having a camera crew in chase or a timeline at Pebble, I was able to take the machine for a slightly longer gallop down 17-Mile Drive, sampling the effortless power and incredible smoothness of the new engine unit. It has torque to spare, and doesn't feel twitchy in the least, although the deep bellow and uncoiling of the thoroughbred's legs are very much in the spirit of a KTOR SS100 of yore, with a bit more power available now! The handling felt particularly good; I've owned four Broughs, and this one steered better than any of mine - perhaps a result of a fresh build on a new frame jig? I've ridden several BS's which have felt as though they 'fall in' to corners rather than transitioning smoothly from straight line to curve; it's never felt actually dangerous, just annoying. The Pendine had none of this fault, with a bonus of increased ground clearance from larger diameter wheels and higher footrests; it's a Brough which can take a bend without grinding away precious metal on the tarmac. How rare!

The front 'Castle' forks worked beautifully, and the springs were clearly balanced to the weight of the motorcycle and a rider - an issue with older machines whose springs have sagged after 80 years, or using replacements which are often too hard or soft, giving poor riding qualities over undulations. The ride felt perfectly smooth and stable up front. The downside to Castles is a well-known bugbear - it's simply impossible to get a decent front brake with this short leading-link design. The brake anchor pivots to move with the forks, and somehow the geometry doesn't add up to good stopping power, even on a new machine. This is all, for better or worse, par for the course with a Brough using Castles... although several other types of fork were used on lesser BS models (Webbs, Bramptons, Montgomery), the SS100 was only offered with this elegant twin-tube design (based on a Harley-Davidson 1920's fork, which itself was based on an FN fork - the reason Harley never 'went after' Brough for copying the fork!).

Other aspects of the machine were so good as to be ignored; the clutch worked perfectly without drag or slip, the gearbox snicked into position via the tankside selector lever without fuss or drama, and the rear brake could easily lock the wheel.

While it may be true that a Brough Superior was always an amalgam of bought-in parts, it was ever the case that George Brough specified the quality of those parts, and was notorious for his rejection of engines, gearboxes, wheels, which didn't meet his quality standards. Thus, his engines, his gearboxes, his clutches, etc, were that much better than supposedly identical bits on similar machines. Taken as a genre, the BS has always been just another overhead-valve v-twin literbike, but there is something magical about the whole package, a happy synergy of the components, which established the reputation of the original, and no doubt will secure the admiration of the connoisseur motorcyclist interested in this new SS101.

Brough Superior was always synonymous with quality and bespoke service, and Upham and Co clearly intend to continue this tradition. To quote the catalog:

"Brough Superior has always been the epitome of exclusivity, luxury, elegance, style, extraordinary design, allied to a great passion for motorcycles."