It resembled a Meccano set, the same tool removed the sparkplug as the rear wheel nut and it could be repaired with a Swiss army knife and a spoon. Conventional 1 down, 4 up pattern, no battery to worry about, was tough as old boots and probably made from girders. It had a left handed kick-start, rather like a 490 Maico I used to own, but was much easier to start. I knew that was true, 90% of the Vietnamese can’t use a clutch. Coung told me not to bother locking it, for no-one would steal it. It was noisy, smelly, truly ‘un-environmentally friendly’ and would be despised by the Vietnamese adolescents. It reminded me of a Jawa my old man used to ride in the late ‘70s and had the same unmistakeable soundtrack: ‘Da Da Ding….Ding….Ding….Ding….’ As a spotty youth, I had tinkered with, crashed and tuned two strokes to death and knew my way around the insides of a piston ported stroker. Cuong, the acknowledged Minsk expert in Vietnam who crossed his chest in the shape of a crucifix. Everything would need upgrading anyway for what I was planning.
It was cheap at 3,000,000 VND and, although it needed work, at that price I could afford to splash out a bit. Still, it went to places that Ewan and Charlie could never quite make.
#HONDA S2000 CLUTCH SWITCH SERIES#
This masterpiece of Belarusian engineering appears to have been sketched on the back of the same fag packet as the Series 1 Land rover and Willy’s Jeep and has more in common with a McCullough chainsaw than a GS1150. Fresh back from a trip to the northern highlands of Vietnam, I purchased a Minsk.
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