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Roger, Dreamer
You know I belonged to the Poly Penguins whilst I was at Cal Ploy in the 50's. We put on the High Mountain Enduro. After I left I tried to ride it once, but after we got there (somewhere behind Atascadero) it rained all night and we had to be towed out: truck trailer and kids. The guys in the club during the 50's had a reunion last year at Poly Royal. It's certainly a different world. The bike shop we used in San Luis Obispo is now a antique store. What a comedown. But the Poly Penguins are still going strong.
SteveJ
I had one of those iron barreled Sachs. The problem was the Germans designed everything so that it had to be perfect to work. I'd set up the shifter before a race and half way through it'd be out of whack. A guy in the club designed a shift rod with some spring loaded slop and that fixed the problem. Great bike though, with an Earls fork that'd go over everything. Some guy won overall on a 125 Sachs in the desert. He passed me once, a foot high over the rocks and then whilst still in the rocks slid sideways around a corner. Never heard the motor shut off.
Boris
You know I belonged to the Poly Penguins whilst I was at Cal Ploy in the 50's. We put on the High Mountain Enduro. After I left I tried to ride it once, but after we got there (somewhere behind Atascadero) it rained all night and we had to be towed out: truck trailer and kids. The guys in the club during the 50's had a reunion last year at Poly Royal. It's certainly a different world. The bike shop we used in San Luis Obispo is now a antique store. What a comedown. But the Poly Penguins are still going strong.
SteveJ
I had one of those iron barreled Sachs. The problem was the Germans designed everything so that it had to be perfect to work. I'd set up the shifter before a race and half way through it'd be out of whack. A guy in the club designed a shift rod with some spring loaded slop and that fixed the problem. Great bike though, with an Earls fork that'd go over everything. Some guy won overall on a 125 Sachs in the desert. He passed me once, a foot high over the rocks and then whilst still in the rocks slid sideways around a corner. Never heard the motor shut off.
Boris