I bought a blue one for 600 guilders. I had a very nice green cream for 1.000 guilders. I traded one with a highly explosive ex-sprint block for some parts. My second sidecar combination was one. With a Reimo one-in-one expansion pipe. I bought it in Tiel for 2250 guilders. And then there was that orange Suzuki T500 from Alphen. Those times are over.
A while ago, on my advice, a business relation bought a Suzuki T500
The seventy-one was for sale in a very neat condition. The owner stated wrong float levels. The T500 was shipped to Alphen and disappeared from sight for quite some time. After about three months I saw the Alphen owner again for my work. His grievous features were not even caused by his employer's impending corporate reorganisations, but by his Suzuki. EVERYTHING had already been done and the thing still didn't work. Through a fairly obscure transaction I suddenly had a Suzuki T500 that was almost non-functioning.
Two-strokes are dumb and technically not much more complicated than a Big Mac
So I opened the Suzuki with vague interest. The former owner of Alphen had not lied. The engine had new ignition coils, new points, new capacitors and fresh spark plugs. Diagonally behind it was a battery with the price sticker still on it. Some careful pedaling showed the tips sparking and the spark plugs getting wet noses. After about twenty kicks, the engine gave one fat, somewhat obscene-sounding thud.
The float levels were checked and not correct, the ignition timing was checked and not correct, one of the new capacitors had blown and was replaced. The engine idled for a few minutes, picked up once properly and resumed one oriental silence. As I thought, I saw one wrinkly bubble appear under the paint on the tank, which at one point began to leak dejectedly and with little energy. When changing the engine to get a different perspective, the taillight glass was smashed with the same sound that was heard three minutes later when I sat down on my glasses. Thank God I, a seasoned motorcyclist, always have a hip flask in my breast pocket.
While I was kicking at the pink elephants, I decided to try another start
Slowly simmering, the twin ran at no load. A suspicious twist of the throttle gave a brief two-stroke blear. The engine was idling quietly again. One careful lap in the parking lot showed an exemplary classic to the entire neighborhood. Yes, it's old, you can see that, but look how nice it still rides… The satisfied rattling Suzuki was put on the box in front of the house on the sidewalk and I happily went to get my helmet and gloves. Having a blast on my moped. Kick off, sit, open the throttle and let the clutch come in.
At the moment the speed was at its highest, the clutch mechanism collapsed while I just put the box in its one. After topping up and emptying the hip flask, the rear axle turned out to be diagonally in the fork, the chain was behind the sprocket and sat in the front as a somewhat sloppy plug between the various output shafts. The whole thing was garnished with the characteristic crumbled aluminum chunks that you get when a crankcase has lost it again to one chain. I bought motorcycle magazines and researched used BMW prices and larger hip flasks.
In the meantime, such a disastrous experience does not detract from the toppers that were the T500's
And that they are now being sold for more than when they were last new (3.999 guilders?). That is absolutely right. And the copy that lives in Alex's treasury is realistically priced and greedy. If only my shed was a little bigger…