Showing posts with label Jerkyls. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jerkyls. Show all posts
Thursday, 25 February 2016
Sunday Slide 'Furry Road'
The best advert for an amateur dirt track race ever? Possibly. Our Australian brothers The Jerkyls worked with Stories of Bike to create a video for their upcoming Sunday Slide event.
Find out more about this race, an hour out of Sydney on April 24th, by visting The Jerkyls.
The Furry Road video is creating such a storm it's already be knocked off by some other chancers, see below. It's not a patch on the Jerkyls original though. G
Tuesday, 23 December 2014
Top Trumps
In Aus we don't have any grasstracks so we use dirt tracks which have both right and left hand corners some of which are tight and require gear changes and brakes are required under the current rules. This bike is made up from what we could get our hands on. The chassis is a Hagon sand racer with a homemade swinging arm slightly longer than standard. The engine is a Jawa 987. Wheel adapters, brakes and exhaust are home made.
Here is some extra spec:
compression ratio 14:1; Carburettor Dell'orto 36mm round slide; Ignition is a Pal magneto; Gearbox is a Norton AMC 3-speed with 1st gear removed; wheels 23" front 19" rear; Brakes front Hagon drum, rear Yamaha disc (handlebar operated); suspension front is rubber bands, rear are Hagon shocks.
Cheers Geoff
[fettling the bike in the photo, who built the bike along with Steve Constable and Chris Murrey]
Saturday, 30 August 2014
A Date With The Dirt
Great little feature on a jolly with the Jerkyls at the Penrith oval over on the Deus blog:
....As the fog started to lift the tools started to fly then like a gunshot the staccato of two stroke combustion tore the silence and the smell of burning oil drifted through the pits like incense in a Bali imports boutique. It was go time. For several hours two and four stroke machines were being fettled and warmed up while everyone was getting ready for some mud mask action....
....As the fog started to lift the tools started to fly then like a gunshot the staccato of two stroke combustion tore the silence and the smell of burning oil drifted through the pits like incense in a Bali imports boutique. It was go time. For several hours two and four stroke machines were being fettled and warmed up while everyone was getting ready for some mud mask action....
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