At the end of the morning with more than 100 miles of city and
highway riding completed we arrived at Calder Raceway to run performance
figures.
Revving the engine to eight grand produces lively acceleration
through the close-ratio gears. Down the long straight and into Repco corner
the braking was left quite late — a mistake not to be repeated!
The front stopper is a grabber of the first order when the
lever is pulled hard. There is not a trace of progression, just one almighty
dig-in of the front tyre as the forks slam down to full movement. Presumably
the only way to cure this (although we didn't get the opportunity to prove it)
would be to taper the leading edges of the brake linings.
Leaning it deep into Repco showed the clearance to be good and
the quick burst up through the gears along the back straight soon brought us
into the esses. After taking the righthander and making a short bit
oi' acceleration for the next bend the throttle could just be
closed to utilise surprisingiy good braking effect from the engine.
Throwing the bike down into the only left hander of the
circuit caused one almighty scrape from the centre stand, causing involuntary
straightening up which put the bike wet! off on the right hand side of the
track for Gtoweave corner. It needed a full track wide S movement to approach
the next right hand bend from the correct angle.
Down the main straight again and on to the second lap, where a
rider could rest the front part of his bucket helmet on the tank cap to
achieve the excellent streamlining this 350 offers. We soon forgot the clutch
and going up and down the box merely became a few short but firm prods on the
lever to maintain the revs between six and eight thousand. Under these
conditions the bike returns just under 50 mpg and even after many laps no oil
could be seen from any of the engine joints.
Though the machine lapped the circuit quite fast for a 350 it
did so only because of its tight weight. The actual pick-up is quite sluggish
by modern standards and it takes some time before the full 28 horses can be
used to their full advantage through the 300 pound bike.
We are surprised just how stiff the frame is, but the makers
could have obtained the same amount of rigidity by using modern double loop,
small diameter, light wall tubing in a triangulated layout. The result would
be a substantial weight saving as well as looking a bit more contemporary than
the existing configuration.
Admittedly a single front tube looks alright but the huge
swinging arm mounting plates and those large unsightly bo omerang-cum-banana
oval tubes up to the top of the units are not really acceptable nowadays.
As an about-town ride the 350 S is certainly lively
The controls are also Tommaselli (same as the 750) but the
alloy instrument panel holds badly inaccurate instruments.
and likes being thrown around, but some people could easily
get tired of the out and out racing position and its hard, but
beautifully-shaped seat. Starting is reasonably easy from the touring type
Del'orto carbs even though the lever is on the left side. We found neutral
hard to find sometimes and the small diameter 6 volt headlight only suitable
for lit roads.
On the mechanical side the bike should last a long time
because it is hand-built out of substantial components. The front end is
exceptionally strong with efficient forks holding the big 8 inch brake,
Sanremo alloy rim, stainless guard and those immaculate Tommaselli controls.
That old-looking engine could give its best for many years if
an owner fits air filters on the twin carbs.
The chromium plating on the exhausts is thin and the bracket
that hotds the silencer on to the frame will rust up inside a couple of
months. However, this would be the only complaint about the quality, as the
remainder of the welds, fittings and deep and extensive red paintwork is
excellent.
The bike attracted a fair bit of attention whenever it was
parked. Why, we were not too sure — was it the unusual lines or the
distinctive red paint? So we used some black masking tape to cover the MY
badges on the tank and the "Champion of the World" rectangle by the filler
cap.
It became just another bike in the parking lot, which just
happened to be red with clip-on bars. No one bothered our rider with questions
about MVs and their prices, no one even took any notice of the machine — must
be a moral there somewhere. *