We write the year 1980, I sit on my first motorcycle, a Suzuki 250 Ram Air. Expectedly I turn on the gas…nothing pasted..or better put, only little. There says my buddy, an old two-stroke fan ..Man really gas, and look ..the world goes down. With a power unknown to me until then the car pulls off. No one who has ever driven a fast two-stroker can forget that, make my opinion. Until about 5000UpM. almost nothing happened, but then…ab About 6000 UpM broke out of hell, the engine suddenly shrieked up in the highest tones, and a huge fist pushed one forward. An acceleration of which some 400’s could only dream. ……I have never forgotten this, and even with much stronger motorcycles I have missed this spontaneous force unfolding painfully. Well.. ENVIRONMENT…rightly, the servants were stinkers, fuel eaters, etc. ….but…today one would say FEELING and what a….