Dainese på en amerikan. Jorasattdä....
Jaja, det är inte så lätt alltid.
Hur som helst så har jag lånat en perfekt bok, den heter
YAMAHA
All factory and production roadracing two-strokes from 1955 to 1993 skriven av Colin MacKellar
Står lite rolig info om the Tz750 Miler
Yamaha USA funderade på hur Kenny skulle kunna försvara sin AMA förstaplats från -73.
Mästerskapet bestod av 21 race och bara 4st var road races. Resten av racen var flattrackers och TT.
Deras 650 twinmilers var inte konkurenskraftiga gentemot HD.
Kenny misströstade och skickade alla milers tillbaka till Kel (Carruthers?) och bad honom bygga ett 'rocketship'.
Kel tog KR sr på orden och byggde den vassaste milern någonsin, Tz750 Miler.
23 Augusti -75 till Indianapolis fanns det fem maskiner tillgängliga, förarna var Skip Aksland, Steve Baker, KR sr och Randy Cleek. Kennys hoj hade motorn från Laguna Seca racet några veckor tidigare.
Milerversionen hade ett avsteg från vanliga roadracingmaskinen vad gällde motorn, de hade installerat en 'killswitch' som verkade på en cylinder för att ta bort 30 hästar och ge bakhjulet en chans att hitta fäste.
Kennys egna ord om tillfället.
"I newer saw the Tz Miler until it turned up at the race track. There were four of 'em. I thought it would be really funny if all four of us fired 'em up, went into the first corner, found out at the same time that we couldn't turn'em, an all four of us smacked into the wall.
I was the first one on the track with one, and planned to take it easy since it was a brand new bike. Didn't take it easy too long. It was geared for 145mph at 10500rpm in sixth gear. In third turn I really gassed it, and the thing jumped up on the back wheel. Almost freaked everybody out. It was fast but it wobbled all the way down the straight, because it was lifting the front wheel all the way down the straight. It had a good power band, but it spun the tyre bad.
In the heat race I got something like forth. That was when I decided to shift it. I took two teeth off the back sprocket, which would ave been 150mph in top gear, and it was pulling between 10,500 and 11,000 in the Main - it was going 150mph at the end of the straight!
To get it stopped, I had to throw it down on its side with the brake on, and bounce it off the cushion. There was a berm in turns Three and Four, and I could go trough there faster than the Harleys could. But in One and Two there wasn't such a big berm, and I had to run out against the fence, in the muck. I would lose as much as half a second a lap, depending on the drive in One and Two.
Towards the end of the race I was in third, and I didn't know how I was going to get a drive strong enough to win. I was 30 yards behind the leaders Corky Keener and Jay Springsteen. They were swapping the lead, each wanting to be second coming out of the last corner. Corky had no idea I was behind 'em, but Springer did. About five laps before the end of the race he looked back and saw me. I thought, damn, he saw me. And I didn't want 'em to see that I was hiding out back there, planning to do a last lap number on 'em. When Springer passed Corky, he signalled that Number One - me- was right behind. But Corky didn't understand. On the last lap they were still playin' around. Corky wanted to be second. Coming out the last corner Springer was in front, and Corky used the draft to pull up alongside. So I had a two-bike draft. I held the throttle really steady, got a good drive, and when I pulled the clutch in to catch the next gear, the tyre stopped spinning, got a really good hold, and just went by 'em. I won by about a foot. That was the only time in America that I've seen a crowd go nuts."
A throwaway comment after the Indy race that "They don't pay me enough to ride that thing" promted AMA to limit bikes to only 2 cylinders