So, there we were as the Sixties, with all its flower power and weird fashions ended, the Seventies dawned and we knew the world was two-stroke… okay our world at least.
Big thundering four-strokes from Birmingham, or Sweden or even Belgium, were gone. ‘Good riddance’ we thought, as Greeves, CZ and Husqvarna showed the way with powerful reliable two-strokes, which knocked the idea they were toys, for the smaller classes and would never threaten the big bikes, into a cocked hat as world championships came their way thick and fast.
Then the Japanese came along, liking this motocross thing and with money to spend, they advanced things at a pace never experienced before and the old guard was gone, lost in a haze of two-stroke oil.
Then along came this…