You know what we miss about going to the AMA Outdoor Nationals? The beautiful sound of crisp 125 two-stokes. It is like music to our
ears to hear a sea of 125s being let out from behind
a 40-man gate. Nothing can match the sound of every
engine on the track being redlined to its next shift. The
body English of the riders hanging off the rear fender
has become a lost art. The lightness of the two-stroke
as it is whipped on the fine line of disaster has been
replaced by the heavy follow-the-leader dullness of
four-stroke racing. Best of all, nobody could ride a 125
perfectly, but they didn’t need to. Making mistakes was
part of two-stroke life.
Remember the days of James Stewart on his KX125?
It was unreal the things he could do on that motorcycle.