I raced two stroke motocross bikes for years in the So. Cal desert and you could not hold one wide open while crossing a dry lake or going down a fire road without "breathing" it just like the SAAB.. I would just hold the throttle wide open and kill the engine with the kill switch. The raw gas/oil drawn through the carb would cool the exhaust port and delay seizure. I did once seize my 350 Bultaco at about 85 mph on a fire road and you really have to be quick with the clutch. Two strokes have the ability to weld aluminum to steel and it is instant! Still love them!
Rex
Rex, I had a 1976 Yamaha RD400 - a bike I adored. I decided to take it to Cedar Rapids, Iowa from Waukesha, Wisconsin one Labor Day Weekend.
I got as far as Madison (~70 miles), when I holed a piston.
I limped it back to Wales, Wisconsin - smoke, sparks and flames shooting out of the right exhaust the entire trip. It finally threw a rod, locked up, and left me with nothing but my thumb to get home.
I pushed it into the ditch, grabbed my saddle bags and left it.
Four months later, I had moved to North Prairie, Wisconsin - about 8 miles south of Wales. It was a wicked winter, and I required the services of a tow truck. Yes, it was my first MGB - a very tractable winter car, but I did manage to ditch it on a snow covered county trunk highway. I went to a farmhouse, called the towing service in Wales, they helped me out, and when they saw my name on the credit card, they asked, "Do you own a green Yamaha?"
Turns out he had a contract with the state to retrieve abandoned vehicles, and that I owed him money for storage.
He settled for the title, and salvaged the rest of the bike - which was in really good shape.
That's when I swore off two-strokes.
