Many of you probably saw Tim07's notice offering an old YZ125 to whoever could bring him some beer the fastest; well, that turned out to be me. We skipped coffee last night and turned up to Tim's place in the pouring rain with a trailer. My garage now has a honda, a suzuki, a kawasaki and a yamaha in it. Result! Turns out the YZ started life in the early 80s as a 100cc, no idea what it's bored out to now but apparently it's more than standard. I got some fuel in it this arvo and had a good look over it with Roarin, who kicked it over fairly easily and smashed every window in a 50 metre radius giving it a couple of revs. It is brutally, antisocially, antagonistically loud. Neighbours popped veins, children stared wide-eyed with hands firmly over their ears. Issues: clutch was all gummed up and stuck together but a hard roll-start broke it apart and got it all working better. Air filter was munted (dunno where I'll find a replacement), there's a crack in the exhaust and a leak somewhere in the tank but nothing serious. Needs at least one new fork seal and all the cables are sticky but hey, it's a 20yo dirt bike. Some of you may recall from previous tales that I am rather intimidated by performance 2-strokes - and even this wee fella was a white-knuckle experience for me. So grabby and so much instant, shouty power when it hits, it is a tiny 100cc engine suffering from extreme small-man syndrome. It's just bristling with that "knock your beer over and call your girlfriend a slag" attitude. It scared the bollock off me, I'm ashamed to confess. Roarin had no such issues; he belted it down the street and back again, hoisting enormous 50m wheelies in second, third and fourth gears off the power alone. Mental. This is going to be a hoot if I can get my head around it. Thanks a bunch Tim, not only for the bike but for helping load it onto the trailer in a total downpour. To Chengaleng for getting wet and muddy for me again (heh heh), and of course to Roarin for his mechanical expertise, eye-popping wheelie skillz and for making the trip into the city from Crannie. ...Now I've got to find an air filter and somewhere to ride the thing!