Derbi: Big Fun in Small Packages
Get the Flash Player to see this player.My friend Peter Mars purchased ten more of the SM50s and started Rocket Ranch, a now-closed training school that used several venues to teach Supermotard riding to the motorcycling public. I told him that if he bought 12 bikes, I would have to buy one as well, which I did.
Rocket Ranch was an amazing amount of fun. Peter would use an existing Super Motard facility like Stockton's Motorplex, sometimes with and sometimes without a dirt portion. If there was no dirt portion, the riders would use a dirt lot by the pits to teach dirt skills like sliding into turns. On the pavement, Peter would teach the fine art of "hacking" the bikes sideways into both left and right turns, as well as less useful (but insanely fun) skills like wheelies and stoppies.
But the fun would begin by mid morning, when the track was open for practice. When 12 riders are on a go-kart track on identical 50cc motorcycles, the differences in rider's skills and abilities become instantly apparent, and the dicing is incredible. On such a light bike, at such low speeds, you can ride around and around the track for what seems like hours without tiring, trading positions with your riding buddy as you draft and make ridiculously close passes over and over again.
Well, if 50cc is fun, than a 70cc bike should be 40% more fun, right? I decided to find out and fitted my Derbi with a MetraKit 70cc top end kit. Supposedly good for 18 horsepower, the special head, piston, cylinder, carburetor and exhaust actually put 15 hp to the rear tire when it was all bolted together. At about that time I sold my FZR600, so I decided to use the Derbi as my sole street bike.
|The sound of two-stroke motors being revved over and over is the standard soundtrack in the pit areas of just about any road-racing event in the country. Racers would stand by their bikes, twisting the throttles with serious looks on their faces. They would then engage in endless discussions about plug chops, jet sizes, needle positions, humidity and all kinds of other, equally thrilling topics.
Because of this, I always assumed tuning a two-stroke engine was a mysterious black art requiring years of apprenticeship and study to understand. But as soon as my SM50 was broken in, I wanted to add more power- I don't care who you are, 8.5 hp won't entertain you forever! However, I am kind of an idiot when it comes to mechanics, with a short attention span and attention to detail that makes a short bus full of Special Education students look like the Rand Corporation.
Luckily for me, the main manufacturers of hop-up kits for scooters and small motorcycles design them with hyper-active teenager in mind, so everything is included- cables, gaskets, air filters, etc. The instructions are usually translated two or three times before they make it to English, ("Fitting carefully the gasket so to breaking it!") but I was able to swap the top end of the motor in under an hour, and it fired on the second kick.
However, getting the parts on the bike is the easy part- now you have to figure out how to optimally set up the carburetion for your engine and application. To do so, you have to develop an understanding of how carburetors work, and what adjusting the screws, needles and jets will do. There are plenty of books and article available, but you have to experiment a little to see what works.
Tuning a two stroke in the pits of a racetrack is like barbequing- all of a sudden everybody is standing around your bike, giving you conflicting advice. The horrible thing is that everybody is right- any combination of carb size, needle clip position, air screw setting and jet sizes will work on some motorcycle, somewhere. Make sure the person giving you advice has a bike like yours!
Nothing is as fun as riding on the racetrack, but that bike was plenty of fun to ride on the crowded, bumpy, hilly streets of San Francisco. With a top speed of close to 80 mph, I had no trouble keeping up with any person, on or in any motorized vehicle. Especially in construction zones, over curbs, up stairs, or on the occasional lawn. The unrestricted race exhaust would echo up and down the street, pissing off everybody but me as I worked through the gearbox, topping out in sixth gear as I blasted down Lincoln Way towards the Pacific Ocean. Luckily, the San Francisco Police Department is a tolerant bunch, and I was only hassled once in five months when a cop car paced me on my way to work for two miles before he pulled me over to let me know I should "fix" my exhaust. I found nothing wrong with it and ignored his advice.
The 70cc kit was OK on the street, although it vibrated unpleasantly over 12,000 rpm and got the worst fuel economy of any vehicle I've operated short of a Crown Victoria taxicab. I thought I could get away with using the stock oil injector pump until one afternoon, when testing top speed on the 280 freeway, the top end locked up with a resigned "glurp", inducing a 70 mph rear-wheel slide, which actually is quite controllable on a bike this size. You should try it. They wouldn't let me take it on the bus, so I called a tow truck, went home and ditched the oil-pump, using a block-off plate from Team Calamari Racing and a generous dollop of Motul every fill up. Although I had two seizures (the motor, not me!) because of a mistakenly mis-adjusted oil pump, the bike's actual reliability was faultless, especially when you consider it was making about 208 horsepower per liter. Going to pre-mix solved that; although I had to carry around a messy bottle of Red Line racing oil and a measuring cup like some vintage scooter geek.
All the hassle was worth it, especially when I would pass a group of riders on Highway One on my buzzing little mosquito, leaving them wreathed in oil smoke and wondering how a 250 two-stroke was let out on the highway. I always relished being approached by one of them at a rest stop further along and having them laugh in disbelief when I told them the displacement of the black mini Motard.
In July of 2003 I was offered the position of California Sales Representative for the USA Derbi importer. I figured it would be easy: good product, good price, growing market for scooters and mini-motards and sportbikes, right?
Nothing is that easy, though! I called every dealer in California and managed to sign a few up, but unfamiliarity with one of motorcycling's oldest brands, coupled with the Euro crushing the dollar and cheap Chinese competition kept my sales to a minimum, and I gave up after eight months. The importer is no longer bringing the SM50 into the USA, although the scooters and an all-new GPR50 (with aluminum perimeter frame and radial-mount brake calipers) is available.
The only Derbi Super Motard available in the U.S. is the rare DRD edition. The Derbi importer brought 15 of these in for 2005, and they are the most trick little bikes you'll ever see! The DRD has an aluminum swingarm with linkage, a Paoli shock with remote reservoir, and 40mm front forks with an enlarged front disc. With a beefed-up engine, this machine handles superbly and should do well in mini-motard competition.
In 2001, Piaggio (Europe's largest manufacturer of scooters and parent company of Gilera and Vespa as well as Derbi) purchased Derbi. Piaggio has made the decision to position Derbi as the leader in introducing innovative, fresh products to the youth segment of the motorcycling market. Derbi has introduced some amazing designs, such as the GPR Nude and the 659 Mulhacen, a Yamaha-powered 660cc single with 70's scrambler styling. Derbi has won design awards for two years in a row now, winning overall in 2003 with the Nude against every new model introduced by every other manufacturer on Earth. Not bad for a niche manufacturer!
VespaUSA's spokesperson told me that Piaggio suspended further imports of Derbi into the U.S. and has no knowledge of any current plans to bring the brand into this market. This is a shame, as there is demand, if a small one, for small-displacement high-performance streetbikes, as evidenced by huge sales of cheap "pocket bikes" and the immense market for mini dirt bikes like the Honda CRF50. Derbi's products are advantageous because they are reliable and meet the requirements to be legally registered as motor vehicles for highway use in every US state. In many states they are legal as mopeds, requiring no special license!
As many of our cities become more heavily trafficked and as we loose more and more of the open areas where a motorcycling enthusiast can goose a 150 horsepower street bike, small-displacement streetbikes will make more and more sense to consumers. It's almost impossible to get a ticket on a machine that maxes out at 65 mph, and trackdays and organized competition are ridiculously cheap compared to the costs of full sized sportbikes. Insurance is so cheap for sub-100cc motorcycles that it's almost free- $102 a year for full coverage on my SM50! It doesn't hurt that most insurance companies still list all Derbis as "mopeds" in their databases.
|Once Upon a Time in Stockton|
|By: Sean "Dirty" Alexander|
It took me all of 4.7 seconds to accept Gabe's offer for a day of Derbi mini motard racing. I figured if it was anything like XR100 dirt tracking, then it would be one of the best times I've ever had.As you can see from the photos and videos, I had a hell of a good time. However, I didn't exactly enhance MO's reputation with the locals when I rode Gabe's full-race 70cc racebike to lunch. Needless to say, the Stockton P.D. wasn't amused.
The Stockton Motorplex is your typical kart track, with continuously linked turns of varying radii and little in the way of real straights. The course rewards high corner speed and favors bold overtaking maneuvers. If you watch the onboard video I shot following Gabe, you'll notice the close-quarters arm-banging typical of mini-moto racing. However, with the emphasis on preserving corner speed and the quick (read twitchy) handling of these bikes, crashes do happen. I remained mostly upright for my visit, but if I was to decide to become a pro mini-moto racer, I'd surely be replacing leathers and helmets on a regular basis.
My recommendation: If you have the guts, ask your local Kart track if they have a mini-moto class. Then, go tell your wife "They're just little playbikes honey" When she picks you up from the ER, tell her "I need a bigger bike dear, they're much safer." Viola! You have just tricked your spouse into letting you race real motorcycles. -Sean
So if you're worried about busybody politicians and community leaders deciding to take your toys away, chill. Even if the "Safety Nazis" came tomorrow and declared that motorcycles over 100cc were verboten, we'd still have fun. Because my experience with Derbi showed me that fun will always result when you add two wheels and a motor, no matter how small that motor may be.