EXAMINING THE LEGEND
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Riding a Suzuki TM-400? Then it never
hurts to bring your own flowers. Faithful dog is bringing a stick to use
as a splint, just in case. |
In 1971, with a great deal of fanfare and hoopla, Suzuki introduced the
TM-400 Cyclone motocross bike.hoopla! The press affair was held on a Warner
Studios lot and Captain Kirk himself was the celebrity who worked the microphone
for the starry-eyed media.
William Shatner stood up there, without a Star Trek uniform, I must sadly
report, and told the gathered faithful about the brand new line of bikes from
Suzuki. Being a Star Trek fan at the time, I believed just about everything he
said. After all, wasn't this the man who kicked Klingon butt?
After a seemingly endless line of street and dual-purpose bikes, the
"secret" new MX bike was rolled out by a pair of pneumatic blonde models. We
all oooohed and aaaahed at the awesome-looking motorcycle. The damned thing had
a truly impressive appearance, with incredible detailing. It was orange in
color, with a flat-black finned motor and a sinuous expansion chamber that
snaked around the chassis.
I simply HAD TO SIT ON THE BIKE and see what it felt like. Everything was
right where it should be, and I clicked the throttle open and closed enough
times to satisfy some weird primeval urge.Wow!If looks would determine a winner,
Suzuki would have been handed the trophy on the spot.
The specs on the TM-400 Cyclone (cool name!) made your mouth water if you
were a dirt bike nut:
Five speed box
230 pounds weight
40 horsepower at 6,000 rpm
P.E.I. Electronic ignition
Oil injection (no more mixing oil and gas!)
Nice long telescopic forks up front
Shocks that appeared serious at the rear end
Real aggressive knobbys wrapped around aluminum rims
Slim, trim feel through the mid-section
Big modern Mikuni carb
Brakes that worked
REALITY CHECKS
Since Suzuki had been kicking butt on the World MX scene with Roger DeCoster
and Joel Robert on the exotic RH Suzuki works bikes, we expected that the TM-400
would have a lot of that technology built in.
Captain Kirk assured us that the TM-400 was the closest thing to a factory
works bike that money could buy, and was a machine for "Experts" only.Since
the bar was now open and the journalists were swilling, we all believed him.
It was a fewmonths before I got my chance to test one of the new Cyclones.
Suzuki made sure, naturally, that the "friendly" magazines got the bike
first, to be assured of good tests that could be used in ads.
The Cyclone fired on the second kick, and snarled to life with an
ear-crackling sound puffing from its open expansion chamber.Yup, back in 1971,
racing bikes were sold without mufflers of any sort.For sure, at least 40
screaming horses were inside that impressive flat-black motor, and the sound
from the stinger let you know.
My first trip through the gears was across a flat, smooth area, and at this
point, I was convinced this was the finest race bike ever built.The power
ripped!While there wasn't much torque down low, the engine hit brutally hard
at mid-range and then literally jumped to peak revs.
It was hitting a light switch, rather than rolling on a throttle.
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Appropriate number on the plate; was the
Cyclone the most dangerous dirt bike of all time? Read on and find out. |
By the time I had put in two laps on the motocross track, I knew something
was dreadfully wrong with either me, or the Suzuki. Whenever I tried to
accelerate smoothly out of a bumpy corner, that staggering mid-range would hit
and the rear end of the bike would lurch outward. On the short smooth straights,
the Cyclone was all you could want, as it pulled hard and clean, and would slow
down with authority, as the brakes were far superior to the typical European
stuff that I rode at the time.
After 20 minutes of riding, I was drenched in sweat and my hands and forearms
were horribly cramped. The bike had scared me badly. Was it me? "Hey, who
wants to ride this thing?"
The testers ? all expert level riders ? fought over who got the saddle
next.Al Wurtzel, a very fast desert racer, won the coin toss and went out on the
course.Ten minutes later, he came in, shaking. "This thing is dangerous! Here,
somebody else give it a try."
By the end of the afternoon, all of the test riders, from Novice (me) to Pro,
agreed that the all-new, technology-inspired Suzuki TM-400 Cyclone was the worst
pile that had ever come out of Japan. If you rode it cautiously, a 125 could
beat you around the track. If you rode it aggressively, chances are you would
get spit off.
When the TM-400 hit a bump while under power, there was no telling what it
would do.Those spiffy forks were as bad as everything else from Japan at that
time, and the shocks were beyond grim. Later, when we put the shocks on a shock
dyno, we found out that the damping curve was 50/50 (compression/rebound), about
the same as your family car.
The frame geometry was flawed, and there was a huge amount of flex both in
the frame and the swingarm. When riders tried to turn the Cyclone quickly, the
front end would either push badly, or the bike would try to stand up when power
was applied.
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Plenty of power was on tap with the TM.
Check out the serious rooster tale as it attacks a 1975 brother bike. |
Amazingly, the bike sold well and you started seeing the orange beasts
showing up on MX and desert tracks around the country. People believed all the
ads, the bike did look great, and the price was right. Under a thousand bucks
for all the power you could ever want.
And very soon after that, the word started getting out: this bike was hurting
people!Riders were getting pitched off in corners like so many off-balance
frisbees. All those bright orange paint jobs started getting chewed up from
slithering and lurid slides, with and without riders aboard.Suzuki owners were
limping around, or worse, sporting plaster.
A small industry quickly developed trying to make the bike work.The reasoning
was that the bike was so good, there was so much stuff there, that it just had
to be some little quirks to be worked out. They put Koni shocks on the rear end
and that helped some.Forks were diddled with, but the smart guys gave up with
the KYBs and opted for proven Spanish forks.
Frame kits blossomed up all over the place, some simple and some so complex
they defied belief. Heavy flywheels were bolted to "smooth out the power"
and that also helped some. But the bike remained hard to ride and kept biting
riders.Eventually, complete frames were offered, that housed the fierce motor in
a chassis with proven geometry.
I was doing my own experimenting with the TM-400 at that time, and stumbled
over the real reason the bike was such a brute to ride.The P.E.I. system was the
real culprit. It was designed to have the ignition retard for easy starting, and
to advance at a certain rpm range for maximum performance.
Somewhere around 4000 rpm, the electronic ignition would go from a mild
retard mode, to FULL ADVANCE, with no graduation at all. Bang! The proverbial
light switch. What made this problem even more pronounced, was that the
"jump" never happened at the same rpm twice in a row. When it was cold, it
might hit earlier.As the engine warmed up, it might jump 200 or 300 rpm later.
But you could never predict exactly when.
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White knuckles were the norm on the
"?" bike from 1971 through 1974.The 1975 model alongside was not
that bad of a bike, but by then, the reputation sealed its fate. |
The cure for the crazy power band was so simple that it made people want to
bang their heads against a wall: simply replace the modern high-tech P.E.I.
system with an old-style points/mag setup. The unit from a TS-400 "enduro"
model was a bolt-on cure.
Suzuki never corrected the problem until 1975. Oh, sure, they painted it
yellow and gave it Bold New Graphics each year, but the heart of the beast
remained intact. The 1975 bike wasn't all that bad, but people weren't
buying it anymore. Memories are hard to forget.
It took a completely new bike, the RM that appeared in 1976, to erase those
memories.
But for those who still limp from their days with the TM-400 Cyclone, well,
they wince whenever they see one of those orange beasts from the past.
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