So, the last British Historic Racing club meeting of 2014 at Cadwell Park has been and gone. In our calendar that is the sign that winter is on it’s way. What normally happens is that you think you’ve got plenty of time to get on with your bike project(s) but all of a sudden, it’s Christmas. Then, no sooner than you’ve sung ‘auld lang syne’, January disappears too. You are then halfway through March before you know it and suddenly you realise that the season starts in April and you’ve a week before the first practice day and you are no-where near ready.
Even though I know this, it will still happen…
I had thought that the Super Squirrel wasn’t quite working as well as it should after the frenetic ‘development’ work I did just before the meeting, but was very happy that it was working at all. It certainly went well enough to be competitive enough to have some fun but I know it could be a lot better and it was with that thought that I took it to the dyno at the beginning of October.
October dyno run
Steve, who runs the dyno said pretty much immediately that he could see it was massively rich… so much so that it’s just not able to run anything properly. He’s up for a longer set-up session, and with that in mind I am now trying to get everything together that I’ll need.
I’d talked to Rex Caunt at Cadwell Park. Rex is a friend of Roger’s and it was with his help that we fitted a PVL system to his Scott many years ago. He went on to fit a BTH magneto and I inherited the PVL system.
Rex is not just an expert on racing ignition systems, but he’s also very much involved with two stroke tuning and we had a long chat about my plans for development. He suggested analysing the exhaust gas temperature with some thermocouples to give me some idea of what was happening. Pressure waves behave differently in different gas densities, so temperature has an effect on the speed of the wave. I picked some up really cheaply on ebay.
I also bought some new needles and needle jets as the one I did are not suitable.
Once I’ve got everything ready, I’ll be booking a dyno slot.
The Saturday dawned a little blustery but the sky was clear. With so much work actually done to get to this point, it was quite odd to wake up knowing that there was no real rush. I’d been through scrutineering the preceding evening and had my leathers and helmet checked, and the Scott noise tested. Apart from getting a program and a transponder (used by race timekeepers to identify bike and sense when bike goes over the line) all I had to do was have my breakfast and wait for the first race.
Roger had felt a bit down on power by the end of the track day and had talked to Gerry Daine, the ACU steward for the BHR meeting, about the possibility of someone else having a ride. Bill Swallow was at the meeting and had enjoyed riding the Scott before (having 6 wins in 6 races) and Gerry would ask him whether he wanted to. Bills father had raced a Scott (which Bill still has) many years ago and I think he enjoys the connection.
So it was that Bill lined up for the first of our races of the day, not our main class; ‘Up to 1948 unlimited capacity’ but the class we enter for an extra pair of races, the ‘up to 1963 unlimited’.
This is always a bit of an effort to stay involved in this race since we are in with 950cc Nortons and Tridents as well as the 750 triumph twins of the up to ’63 class. The winner was over 15 seconds quicker per lap than me… that’s a varied field.
Bill hadn’t had the time to practice on Roger’s bike and also wasn’t able to set it up for himself. Normally he’d change the bars from the very narrow set of curled in bars that my dad has favoured since a crash at Mallory park many years ago ‘designed’ them by accident. Having had problems with his right shoulder for years, Roger’s position is also very ‘sit up and beg’. He’s raced like that for years but it’s a very odd position for someone used to the Aermacchi/ Ducati stretched position.
I have straight bars as I feel like I need to muscle the Super Squirrel around, especially since we fitted the new Avon roadrider 21″ tyre in the harder race compound as its much harder to change direction. It’s a brilliant, confidence inspiring tyre but you really need to put the effort in to get it to change direction. I feel I’ve got much more control with the straights.
Anyway, Bill got off the line before me and I took chase in earnest. I managed to get fairly well behind him going through Charlies and stuck with him like glue down the straight and through Chris’s and then Gooseneck until Mansfield where I managed to out-brake him down the inside.
Although I didn’t see Bill again, I found out when I got back that Bill had had a massive tank slapper coming out of Charlies on the following lap and had ended up on the grass. He didn’t crash but it had diminished somewhat his inclination toward riding the Scott over the weekend (he already had lots of other rides lined up) and he decided to pass. If we’d set the bike up for him it would have been totally different. I’m sure I wouldn’t have seen him for dust, but that’s the importance of bike set-up and time to do it.
In the meantime, Roger was feeling a bit more ‘up for it’ and was glad to have the opportunity to get his leathers on again. He did let Rod Graham, who races a Ducati single and sits on the racing committee with him, have a couple of rides but he apart from that he rode the rest of the weekend.
The second race of Saturday came after lunch and was the up to 48 class, bundled in with the ‘BEARS 750’ class and the new ‘up to ’83 (?) 500cc Air cooled Japanese’ class. Crikey.
Most of the other bikes in the up to ’48 class are methanol burning singles with four speeds and they are quick off the line. Having only three gears does present a challenge getting off the line. Mervyn Stratford was unassailable over the weekend on his incredibly quick 250cc Rudge but I was much better matched with some of the others and I managed to have some great battles with some of the other two classes as well as Tony Perkins on his 500cc Rudge who at one point outbraked me into Park corner. He succumbed to my excellent front brakes at Mansfield the same lap and I didn’t see him again.
In the end, I was second in every race of the weekend in the ‘up to 48’ class, but I felt that I was down on power and that I definitely needed more power to get to Mervyn! He wasn’t just escaping on the corners but he was faster on the straight.. on a 250cc!. However, Mervyn is a very good and very competitive rider and has been developing his Rudges for over forty years. It takes more than a few extra bhp to get in front and stay in front of Mervyn. See his website here.
In the end though, it doesn’t matter whether you win, just that you have a race with someone and that’s why it’s nice to have a good sized grid of equalish machines. There are always going to be faster bikes, but the smaller your grid is, the more likely to be riding in a procession. Likewise, a big grid of Tridents and a small grid of our class does not provide great racing although people like to see a vintage bike hounding a 70’s Triple.
Though there were plenty of vintage racers not there, it was good to see Arron Rogers out for the first time on an International Norton. The ‘up to 48’ class, which now has absorbed the old ‘up to ’34’ class, is such an important link to the roots of the racing club that it’s heartening to see someone else join the grid. Stewart, Arron’s dad, raced very successfully for many years with the club and is well known for his work with cammy Nortons. I remember vividly Stewart passing me on the inside at Charlies in my first full season of racing in 1989. He was so quick I couldn’t believe it. He must have been lapping me.
Hopefully Stewart will return for some racing next year.
Considering the position I found myself in when my engine swallowed the washer, just one week on I was getting consistent second places on a completely untested set-up. We both had a very good time and saw lots of old friends who came to say hello and give their support. Thank you as always.
I will continue to push, and also start to move with the Moss/Silk Scott racer. I am determined to do what I can to get the Super Squirrel even better over the winter, to do more meetings in 2015 and hopefully encourage others to come out to do the same.
I awoke at 7.30am. 3 1/2hours of actual sleep would indeed have been preferable to the energy drink induced, reclined wakefulness that I’d experienced. I was so tired when I woke up that I doubted I’d brought enough coffee to right the situation. Still, I was here, the bike was here.. all I had to do was to barely function and it would work out.
The identity of track days has changed a lot from what they once were. They used to be called practice days and were invariably for people who wanted to do some kind of set up work as part of their racing endeavours. When I started racing in 1988, I remember going to my first practice day at Cadwell and being blown away by RC30 Hondas. I was on the 1939 Tiger 100 for the first time, in fact it was the first time I’d ever ridden a bike with gears (excepting my 197cc Francis Barnett around the garden). I didn’t even know that you didn’t have to use the clutch every time you braked. I must have been all over the place. Makes me shudder a little to think of it. What these guys must have had to do in the middle of corners to avoid me…
This track day was specifically for classic bikes though and was, I believe, organised with the circuit by Tony Page who was involved in the Beezumph events for many years. Coming the day before the BHR meeting means that it’s well subscribed by competitors and spectators alike. People can make a really good weekend of it.
The format is pretty much the same for all trackdays. You have to sign on and sign a disclaimer. You then attend a riders briefing where they talk about how the day is run and safety on and off the circuit. They fit you with a wristband to say what group you are in; in this case the groups are self graded on your own assessed ability/ circuit knowledge / ego.
You get another wristband to say that you have actually attended the briefing and apart from getting your bike noise tested (105db max), that’s it.
The Scott doesn’t even have a rev counter.. they don’t really know what to do with it when you take it for noise testing. It’s quiet though, people always say with a little sadness that they can’t hear it when you are riding it. A Scott’s ‘yowling’ noise is unique to the marque and it’s a shame to stifle it with silencers. God knows what the yowl would sound like out the un-silenced end of a stinger though..
Then you have 15 or 20 minute sessions all day on a rotational basis. They just call out the colour of your wristband and you go down to the ‘assembly area’ and wait to be sent out.
Roger had bought the starting rollers and it was with significant crossing of fingers that I dropped the clutch that morning.
I needn’t have worried as after only a few seconds she spluttered into life and sounded pretty good. A moments contemplation of what we’d achieved passed over me before I realized that I’d yet to mix fuel and do some final wiring work. No rest indeed.
I think I’d definitely set the oiling a bit generously as the smoke screen was almost comical. It was as if the mist hadn’t risen that morning. I did wind it back later, but I thought I’d rather be safe than sorry initially.
On the track I arranged to circulate with Roger and then see what the relative performance was. At the Beezumph, the Super Squirrel had seemed to be faster than his on the straight and I was interested, having changed the head and the entire fuel system, in seeing what was going to happen now. Of course I had hopes of having to caress the throttle with the rear tyre spinning up as I backed into charlies, Moto GP style. It wasn’t quite like that. The first session, It seemed that my dad and I both circulated at low speed whilst waiting for the other one to catch up. There’s nothing like communication etc.
We actually managed it the next time, but instead of being able to pull away from him as before, I found him to be definitely stronger coming out of barn corner and I couldn’t catch him before we got into the top of Charlies, simply because I keep it on up the hill more than he does nowadays.
Not quite the overwhelming power increase I’d hoped for then, but still with so many un-tested changes it was working and working well.
Over the day I changed the timing a couple of degrees but did very little else apart from have fun. The front brake was starting to squeal a bit and felt like it was staying on a little after the lever had been released so after the last session I stripped and cleaned everything, copper-slipping the pivots, pivot bushes and cams and giving a bit more chamfer to the leading edge of the linings. They are still the old AM4 ‘Green’ linings on this brake, having been still available back in when i had them done over 10 years ago. They are great linings but they are so aggressive that they need a really good chamfer. The triumph has them also and five years ago when I was going into hall bends the front brake locked up solid… the chamfer on the leading edge wasn’t quite enough and it delaminated slightly shedding a sliver of lining which completely jammed the brake solid. Fortunately I wasn’t in the middle of Charlies but it wasn’t nice.
It was dark when I finished and just time to put everything away in readiness for the following day.
As my second daughter was born on August 8th, a certain amount of sleep deprivation was bound to be involved in these final weeks prior to the September 28th/ 29th British Historic Racing Club’s meeting at Cadwell Park. Since my entire year’s work on the Scott Super Squirrel has really been focused on this meeting, I was determined that I was going to do everything in my power to get the bike as good as possible before I arrived, sleep or no sleep.
I had arranged with my dad, Roger, that we would attend the classic track day being laid on by the circuits organiser’s (MSV) on the Friday of that weekend and so it was with some relief that the bike was finished late on the Friday night before, almost a full week before I was due to be leaving for my Dad’s.
A sensible man would probably have looked at the improvements on the Dyno test results and decided to have left it at that for the year. I was not that man however, having tried and failed to have fitted the much anticipated twin carb conversion before the Beezumph in August, I was determined to have it ready for the last (and my only) BHR meeting of the year. The weeks of September had involved late nights flow testing the twin float chambers feeds to the carbs and setting the whole system up.
A fair amount of guesswork was involved in the choice (or manufacture) of main jets and I knew that the needles/ needle jets would be on the rich side, but I’d given it my best shot.
I had a moment though on that final Friday night when somewhere near 11 o’clock and undoubtedly tired, I dropped a washer whilst working to mount the inlet manifold. This was an awful thing to happen as the inlet was open at the time and I wasn’t sure where it had gone. I used a torch and a magnet to look into the inlet and couldn’t see anything. I then found a washer that met the description on the crankcase bottom deck.
I made a decision… this must be the washer.
Of course, it wasn’t.
The Scott fired up pretty easily (thank you easy start)in the yard of my friends farm, deep in Devon’s South Hams, the following morning. I had worried enough about the potential for ingested grit from his track to fit gauze filter bellmouths to the twin 276 carburettors and I was heartened by the seemingly strong pull of the motor as I headed up the track.
I don’t suppose I’ll ever forget the sound of the washer being bitten in two, twice.. not that I absolutely knew what it was at the time. It did stop the engine though.
As I put the bike back on the bench, I think I really knew somewhere as the first thing I did was to check the compressions on both sides.
Left, perfect .. no problem. Now right…wait.. I’m sure that should have been compression.
The transfer port cover was removed to reveal the kind of damage you would expect from a piston that had just sheared a 0.030″ washer in two using the top ring land and the edge of the port as cutting faces. The exhaust then told a similar story.
It was Saturday night. Five days before I was due to go up to Cadwell park via Roger’s.
Sunday morning my wife and I took my daughters swimming. It was peaceful, the calm before the storm I guess. I knew what I had to do in order to make this right and what kind of effort it was going to require and I also knew that I couldn’t do it in my workshop. I needed a little help from Roger.
So Sunday afternoon I call him. I tell him what’s happened and I know what his first reaction will be: ‘It can’t be done, have a ride on mine’.
It is the only sensible answer, after all I’ve got work and I look after the girls so my wife can work and that’s that… except that I still have the thing that fits so well with racing Scotts; The knowledge that if it is merely work and time standing between me and a functioning bike on the start line, then I can do it.
At 73, Roger’s initial enthusiasm for this kind of effort is less forthcoming but it doesn’t take long for him to come around. It is, after all, part of the game. It’s part of the deal of vintage racing, not to wreck engines, but immersion in this little drama requires an absolute agreement with oneself to work tirelessly to fix a problem when the odds are stacked against. Otherwise, there are always so many reasons to give up.
So, I gave him bore diameters so that he could grind oversize pistons ready for me and put everything in the van. I took an extra day off work and made the four hour trip on Tuesday night, arriving at midnight.
Wednesday 24th September.
I put the bike on the ramp and gave Roger the cylinder block. The bores were pretty worn anyway and would definitely have appreciated a rebore, but not like this. There was fortunately no damage to the port edges so he started to set up on the big angle plate on his Thiel 162 horizontal jig mill.
He’d put the main ports in already before he’d ground the last of his old stock Silk pistons, 0.008″ undercut at the ring land and 0.004″ at the base of the skirt. I set them up to do the boost ports and cooling holes for the exhaust port bridge as well as the cutaways at the skirt for the extended inlet timing duration. This all sounds a lot quicker than it is.
After using an air grinder with a very small burr to oil groove the little end of the replacement right hand rod I handed it to Roger to hone to the pin size. All bores are done on fixtures to ensure accuracy as the alignments of the big and little ends on Scott rods are quite critical as as any out of squareness to the narrow big end tends to result in the 3/8″ rollers pitching themselves into the side of the rod with the tighter clearance and from then on (and with little chance for oil film) overheating themselves, the big end side plate, and the entire big end of the rod. Final assembly clearances are established with a hone.
After that, one side at a time, I used a tool Roger designed to establish the amount of back-facing required on the piston’s gudgeon pin bosses per side. Normally we aim to have a few thou clearance either side. The little end is therefore controlled but this controlled position is established using the free position of the big end assembly. It simply sits in the little end bush and, using a little knurled wheel, you wind out the centre which is on a fine thread until it touches the side of the bore. This gives a measurement from the side face of the little end bush to the bore face. Using a large set of vernier calipers you measure the gudgeon pin boss width and then you simply know that the difference is going to be about the right figure. Clever and relatively quick way to start the process.
Once you’ve got the figures you set the piston up on his vertical jig mill and very simply back face the bosses. It’s a time consuming job to get it right as you need to do it several times and continue to measure the clearances but it is a great job when done.
With me working on the engine, Roger sets about one last modification for the day; the slugging of my bars to reduce the vibration I’d had at the Beezumph.
He turns down 6″ lengths of tungsten heavy metal and bangs them into the ends of the bars. Job done.
Those are serious bar ends.
Thursday 25th September
The work to the pistons and clearances go on into the early afternoon, when Roger starts to gap the rings for the new block. Care has to be made to clear the existing ring stops and Roger wants to knock them in a little further. It’s something he’s done so many times…
Suddenly I realise that something has happened. I go over to see him and look down at the piston. The ring land is broken… a moments slip.
We’ve gone too far to quit though… it can still be done. The grinder is still set up. Coffee and then Roger sets to work on grinding a new piston.
It’s early afternoon on the Thursday. We were going to leave by 4 for the 2 hour journey North.
Of course at this point we can’t actually continue with the build together. Roger comes up with the freshly ground piston in quick time and I start the rest of the work.
Knowing that I have to also measure all the piston clearances to the head, I tell Roger to get up to Cadwell whilst he’s still got energy to do it. It’s about 7.00pm.
I knew that it was a bit ambitious to want to fit a new cylinder head but I also knew that I would have probably needed to have done some work to the piston crown or the combustion chamber on the existing head anyway. One of my ambitions for the year was to have fitted a high compression head that we’d over skimmed to allow a closer matching to the piston crown. There’s a reasonable amount of work though but this was the place to do it. High speed air grinders with big cutting tools make short work of aluminium and, using the extending rod that tells us the point that the piston is hitting the head, I started to match the two.
I had measured the original head volume at around 29cc, which I had thought to have potential to be reduced. I know Colin heath once ran a head with 19cc, and I once did one with pretty much the same, maybe a couple more. I knew that the expansion chamber was going to (hopefully!) also contribute to the amount of compression here but I thought a bit more squeeze would increase the speed of the combustion process and the efficiency of the engine. If you haven’t got an engine that can be made to usefully rev, then the alternative is to extract more power out of each and every one of the lower revs that you have. That’s what I’ve picked up anyway.
There’s a lot of ‘taking off the head and putting it back on’ involved but finally I got the clearance I needed and started the build. A shade under 25cc, roughly a 15% increase.
Around midnight things were going pretty slowly but were certainly getting there and by 1.30am I had the bike finished and on the van. It took me another slow moving half and hour to pack everything else up and I rolled out at 2am, drinking the fizzless remnants of an energy drink I’d had the night before on the long way up from Devon.
The roads are quiet early in the morning and the Lincoln bypass certainly helps. The long single carriageway section at the end of the A46 North was always a jam when we used to go up to Cadwell as kids. The old derelict (obviously haunted) mansion somewhere outside of Nottingham is now a health spar. So many points of reference have disappeared with the bypass, but it is quicker.
I got to Cadwell and crawled into the sofa bed in Roger’s van just after 4am.
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