The Micapeak XS 650 list's own, dauntless Scott Jelescheff (above) raced at the United States Classic Racing Association's final '00 meet at NHIS in Loudon, NH (about 10 miles from my house) this past Labor Day. Since the rain held off, I took a run over to check out Scott's XS sidehack rig and the festivities. LOTS of fun, and there were at least two of every motorcycle you ever always REALLY wanted in racing trim. Vincents. Matchless's. Ducati singles. 441 BSA's. You name it, they were there. Fortunately, none of them took MasterCharge, and even the coke machine was busted, so I escaped entirely unscathed.

Also at the track was listmemeber Gary from up in Conway, NH, and his better half CJ, both on matching XS's. Here's a group shot:

From front to back is the sidecar rig, Scott's '81-engine 750/850-tanked street-rod, my 81H (the world's funkiest XS650), and then Gary's unbelievably sparkly '83 (IIRC) and CJ's 82 (I think); unfortunately we didn't really line up for a photo shoot so the latter two are mostly obscured. Sorry Gary & CJ!

Next we have some details of the indominatible hack. The front end is my favorite; according to Scott the Earles setup is fabbed up from an XS rear swing arm, stock fork tubes, and various other parts I forget (I'm not a reporter, tho I play one on TV...) Earles-link fronts are apparently universal in sidecar racing for strength, and the requisite lack of trail. I still think it looks backwards...

Above is a passenger's-eye view from the car platform. These guys are nuts! And that includes Scott's usual passenger, his wife Becca, who was unfortunately unable to make this day (a racing buddy of Scott's filled in; no, you couldn't pay me enough to take that ride!).

Here's a look at the rear wheel. I'm only guessing here, but the pannier screen is probably to reduce the likelihood of the passenger loosing a leg below the knee... The SA is custom-fabbed; ought to be strong enough, don't you think?

Here's a look at the rig's port side, featuring some decidedly un-swanky custom headers and pipes; I believe the muffs are off some fairly recent Tupperware bike (I forget which). And BTW, the rig is fully clothed here; the gas tank is in the sidecar fender.

Above we see Scott & passenger, all alone drifting through turn 5 (IIRC) at New Hampshire International Speedway's road course. (My 29-cent digi-cam doesn't have any zoom, so you're just gonna have to take my word for it.) They're in the clear either because they're preparing to lap the field, or because they're about 1/4 mile behind it; I forget which...

Oh yeah, the racing. Well, through no fault of his own, Scott DNF'd all 3 starts. As honorary pit-boy for the the day I take full responsibility. (Honestly, Scott, I'm pretty sure I put the axle-nut back on...) Seriously, the bike had a mysterious loss-of-power problem; maybe a fuel thing; maybe a water-logged ignition black-box (my personal favorite guess). The good news is, nothing important fell off, and nobody on Scott's rig got hurt (there was one pretty spectacular crash at the start of one race; I didn't see it as it was over the brow of the hill, but Scott drove through it, so ask him). Scott promises to build a garage, tear down the rig, and come back next season bigger, stronger, faster, and meaner than ever. I'll be there. And next year, Scott, I'll bring the gas. OK?