Tearing
down the engine to install the crankshaft gave a chance to look at
all of the parts that I had lovingly fitted together the first time.
All of the parts were looking pretty good, but the camshaft was
working loose in the minuscule cam bearings of the early 1-piece head
design. I consulted with my cam-grinding friend and we decided to
have the cam journals turned down, hard chromed and finished back to
size again. I was assuming that the wear was more on the camshaft
than in the cylinder head. For the most part, this modification
worked well, but an installation of needle bearings on both ends of
the cam would have been even better. Wobbling camshafts cause erratic
ignition timing because the point cam is on the end of the camshaft.
Any play will change the point gap, which changes the ignition
timing. I just had to keep an eye on the wear and tear during and
after the races to see if the problem would worsen or not.
Ultimately, I was able to race the whole season with that combination
without failure.
I
was so buoyed up after the first AFM race, that I joined the CMC
(formerly the ACA) and thus had two or more chances to race each
month. Other than a disastrous piston seizure at Orange County, when
I forgot to re-jet the carb after I removed the air filter (I was
riding the bike on the street between races!) the little orange bomb
just ran and ran…. and won and won again! When the two Yamaha
brothers showed up, running their 100cc bikes in the 125cc class, I
showed them the door rather convincingly. One decided to join me in
the ranks of the 4 strokes, and bought his own CB 125 Honda. He
decided to have noted engine specialist Jerry Branch port the
cylinder head to get an edge on me, but the valve springs collapsed
through the enlarged intake port and he was back to square one again.
Despite my home-built engine (I ported the cylinder head myself), he
was never able to head me at any of the tracks.
All
kinds of bikes made appearances during the year. I recall someone
showing up on a Suzuki 125 Stinger, a Bultaco Streaker (very trick
bike!), Sears 125 street bikes and one particular guy who kept
showing up with a flyweight Kawasaki 90, that was getting faster
every race. He always had problems when he got into each race,
however… he generally crashed on the first lap. Either his
over-enthusiasm and/or lack of brakes on the tiny converted, enduro
machine caused him to crash on the first or second lap. I always
figured that if we were ever to stay on the bike, I would probably be
in trouble by the end of the race. He never did defeat me, but came
close at the last race of the season, back at Riverside Raceway. Even
in practice, I noted that he would pull slightly away from me on the
back straight, as both of us exceeded 80 mph. By the middle of the
race, we were passing and 15 re-passing each other, repeatedly, as my
bike would out-brake him and out accelerate his peaky two-stroke in
the slow corners, only to have him run me down on the straightaway.
The harder he pushed the little Kawi, the more it developed a “speed
wobble” going through Turn 9, at full throttle. I tucked in behind
him, coming out of the turn, watching the machine shake its head more
and more. Finally, I cut the corner sharper than usual to get out of
his draft and watched him as he wrestled the bike at speed.
Just
as I was moving past him, headed for the White Flag, I caught a wild
motion in the corner of my eye and took a quick peek. Rather than
back off, to settle the bike down, he persisted in trying to keep
ahead and finally the machine had decided that that was enough and
pitched him off at 80+mph. I finished my last lap in 1st again, which
clinched my 125cc Production championship and watched nervously as
the rescue crew attended to the fallen rider and machine. After the
race, I went to check on him and assisted his father in getting the
battered Kawasaki into his truck. I heard, a week later, that the
rider had suffered multiple fractures of one ankle. It took over a
year to rehabilitate his injured foot and leg. A couple of years
later, I received a wedding invitation from him and I decided showed
up to relive the moment again as well as to bid him a happy married
life. He never raced again, after the crash, but did build and
maintain a race bike for a friend. I had not had any crashes for the
entire season, luckily, but my turn was coming up a few years later.
Honda
CB125 Production Racer in a nutshell:
Starting
with a brand new, stock machine, I replaced the rear 17” rim with
an 18” hoop and installed a set of Yokohama Road race tires in the
2.50x18” sizes. I added a set of S&W shocks on the back and
replaced the handlebars with some clubman bars, routing the excess
front brake cable so it continued to function correctly. Off came the
turn signals, passenger pegs, side stand, centerstand and any other
excess chassis items, not related to racing. In its final form, the
engine had these modifications: CB100 head (no chamfer on the
combustion chamber = higher compression) lightened valves, S& W
valve springs, Yoshimura Road Race camshaft, point cam, slipper skirt
piston (The XL125 had a similar piston crown configuration),
lightened crankshaft (MUCH smoother at 11k rpm!). Cranking
compression was 225 psi! I found that the carburetor from the XL125
was 24mm vs the stock 22mm mixer, so installed one, with some
improvement in top speeds. I discovered that there were different
transmission ratios for the various CB/CL/SL100-125 versions, so
installed 2nd and 3rd gear sets from a CL100, I think. I used the
stock ignition coil and points, but added an additional spring leaf
to increase the pressure on the points at high speed. On some
occasions, I removed the rotor after I had checked the ignition
timing prior to the race.
The
muffler was stock in the beginning. I ground off the edge welds once
and split the muffler open, removing the baffles and added some
length to the exhaust pipe, but the weld broke the first time we
raced it, after we had welded it back up and re-chromed it again. I
had to grind it apart again and remove the loose pipe extension. We
just welded it back up, almost empty inside. I added a little
accessory fiberglass racing seat to save some weight and lower my
riding position. CB125s came with solid foot pegs, so we cut them off
and welded on some fold-up pegs, in the same location. The rules at
that time for Production Racing were that it had to have a stock
frame, gas tank, muffler, front forks and that the engine must use
parts that were offered in that series of machines (no 32mm
carburetors from a 350cc machine, for instance!). You could overbore
to .040” and you had to use the stock crankshaft stroke length.
Engine modifications for four strokes included pistons, camshafts,
valves, racing transmissions (same number of speeds as the street
version, though).
The
Honda was pretty happy with the 5-speed gearbox, due to the torque of
the engine, pulling out of corners. 1973-74 was when the RD125
Yamahas started to appear and once they were ported for power, the
low-end torque was gone. It was necessary to “slip the clutch” in
slow corners for the Yamaha riders who were carrying those TA125
racing transmissions in their crankcases. One particular machine,
ridden by a lady officer of the racing club, was my constant nemesis
and I never did defeat her and her heavily-modified RD125. The other
bike that only showed up a couple of times was John Ulrich‟s
“Killer Deek” 125 DKW Enduro machine. When it was first brought
out, it was on par with my bike, but once he had some Sachs engine
guru massage it, there was no contest. The bike came with a 6-speed
transmission, 30-32mm carburetor and went about 90 mph. Despite the
“leading link” front fork suspension, the combination of John‟s
riding and the horsepower of the bike overwhelmed to everything else
in the class, winning the championship easily in 1975. Because of the
number of races I attended and mostly won (including my win at a
“one-time” event at Laguna Seca), I scored sufficient points in
the class to be the 1974 125cc Production Champion in both the AFM
and CMC racing clubs.
I
was quite thrilled to have accomplished this feat, using a new $549
street bike, $600 worth of racing parts, a pair of hand me-down
leathers and USAF service boots to put a 4-stroke Honda single in the
winner‟s circle. For me, my first year of road racing was exciting,
rewarding, challenging, scary and weary. Being owner, builder,
financier, transporter and racer was more than I had ever done before
and the end result was success. I attended the awards dinner in No.
California to receive my championship trophy, surprising the group by
making the 500-mile trip just for dinner and a cup! It was a pretty
wild group and I was glad to have a designated driver, my cousin
Suzy, who lived nearby, in my corner.
The results of the 1974 125cc Production class wins.
Tow
Vehicles: I had a number of different cars during the year, all of
which had to serve as a transportation vehicle for the little Honda.
I bought some sturdy bumper mounted racks, designed for motorcycles
and strapped them onto an early-70s Toyota Corolla station wagon and
a 1949 Cadillac 2-dr fastback, at varying times of the year.
Over
the years of moving and getting married, the stash of trophies were
all disposed of, but I kept one plaque and my award for being the
125cc Production Championship. It’s been 51 years since my first
year of road-racing adventures and most of the people and details
have faded away, but I have to say that my uncharted efforts, just to
see what it was like, left me with a bit of pride in knowing that you
can often achieve your goals if you just keep trying, despite the
challenges and obstacles on the path. I saw the potential in the
little bike and learned a lot about engine building, tuning and
riding at various tracks that are mostly all gone now.
I
won races at Carlsbad, Orange County, Riverside, Ontario, Willow
Springs and even at Laguna Seca racetracks and only two of those
venues are left, now in 2025. I hadn’t planned on continuing to
race after the 1974 season, but once the racing bug bites you, it is
hard to go back to your pre-racing life, even at this low level. I
upgraded the racing experience to 350-400F bikes for a few years, but
eventually tragedy struck one of my 6 hr endurance race teammates and
in the following year, 1980, I had a BIG get-off that ended my racing
efforts completely.
I
think everyone has had moments of triumph and a sense of
accomplishment in some area of life that should be recognized and
held onto deep in your soul as a moment of glory and self-worth. It
doesn’t have to be a Championship effort, recognized by your peers
and family. Only you know when you have done the right thing and
felt the sense of accomplishment and achievement. Carry that memory
forward, towards more experiences like that which make life worth
living.
Thanks
for indulging me, reading my story of the past. I appreciate your
feedback and comments. No one really remembers those moments, other
than me. Sometimes little snippets come to me in my dreams at night
and when I awaken the little voice inside my mind says “Share your
story now”! If you are sitting on your own success story, then
share it now, before it is too late.
Bill
Silver
aka
MrHonda
www.vintagehonda.com