Way Cool, can you post the rest of the article?
Here's the whole article. I ended up going into the RCAF in '67, so I sold all the stuff, and built a Triton around the engine, but with1 3/16" Amal Monoblock carbs, for a buddy.
In summer '67 I built engine plates to install the engine into an Alf Hagan dragster frame that was set up for a BSA engine, for one last run at the drags (on gas) - a partnership of Lorne (owned the engine), Adams (owned the frame) and me. Guy that owned the frame weighed about 120 pounds (I was 175) and CLAIMED to be experienced, so we planned that he would pilot the rig.
I got it all together the day before the races and we had to find out if it handled safely or not. We went out to an industrial area that had a road built that was about a mile long with street lights but no access except at each end. My plan was to go south at 4,000 rpm, north at 5,000, south at 6,000, etc, till a run at 9,000 or 10,000 to ensure it didn't go squirrelly at some speed. I turned at the end to come back at 7,000 and got to 7 then saw a police car with lights ON
at the end by my partners. I 'killed' the engine and coasted to a stop with visions of being "tarred-and-feathered" by the police.
Officer looked at me and said "How many runs do you need?"
I was in shock and asked him to repeat.
Again, he said "How many runs do you need?" so I answered "Two, one south one north to get to 9,000."
His answer "OK, I'll stay here with my lights ON for 2 runs, then you pack up and go home!"
Got both runs done (bike went straight as an arrow!) and next day showed up at the drags.
We went thru tech. inspection and registered Adams as the rider
, got the bike prepped, explained how to launch and ride it. He was "OK, I can do that!" so we got him staged.
Lights were coming down, he revved to 7,000, GREEN light, he dropped the clutch and the slick "went up in smoke" (that's how we ran back then) and he LAUNCHED! At least he did for about 50 feet and then his terror caught up with him and he got out of the throttle and 'wobbled' thru the quarter. Lorne was ready to kill him with his bare hands (HE weighed a tough-as-nails 190...) for being chicken.
I tried to register to ride, but the safety committee said I was TOO LATE! Now Lorne was REALLY p*ssed at Adams and it was all I could do to keep him from carrying out his intentions!
So, that was the last time I 'ran a dragster'.