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'Mad Max' does the ton thirty five..
Max Bubeck and his 'Chout'

permission sought and
compiled from various sources

Interview as first seen on M.M.M
and the latter from S.D.A.M.C

'Mad Max' by Sev Pearman (M.M.M March 2000)
Records are made to be broken, especially in motorsports. Every season, people try to shave lap times, horsepower figures and absolute speed records. Most folks are happy to establish a new record, even if it is broken soon thereafter. But to hold a record for over 52 years is simply amazing.

In the summer of 1948, Max Bubeck established what is still the highest speed for an unstreamlined, normally-aspirated 80 cubic-inch, side-valve (Indian) motor--135.58 mph. Max achieved this with his "Chout," the large Chief engine wedged in the smaller Scout frame. Think of an Evolution motor stuffed into a 883 Sportster frame. What follows is an interview with 'Mad Max.'

Minnesota Motorcycle Monthly: How did you get involved with speed trials?

Max Bubeck: I got out of high school in '34 and I shagged in downtown L.A.--pick-up and delivery.

M.M.M.: On a bike?

M.B.: On my 1930 Indian Four.

M.M.M.: So it's something you did for fun?

M.B.: Yes, and enduros. I rode about a total of 300 enduros altogether.

M.M.M.: Were you trained as a machinist or metallurgist?

M.B.: No, sorta' a natural mechanic. I started out workin' on my own stuff, right away. Mainly because I was interested in it. I'm the kind of guy that can figure out what's wrong with things, and fix it. There was a lot of things I couldn't do, but after the war, when (fellow enduro rider) Frank Chase and I started up the saw sharpening business, and I knew nothing about it--Frank had worked at it, all during the war. We didn't have that much business, and I was no good at sharpening saws. Next door, Rollie Harper had a motorcycle shop there, just a general motorcycle shop that did everything. He had his own mechanics, but they'd have slopover, and he'd give me engines to work on. We'd been hoppin' up Chiefs for quite a while. Started back in the late 30s already. By 1940, when Frank Christian arrived on the scene from back East, he came up with the idea of the stroker Chief.

Indian finally made some good flywheels; 'Z-metal' they called 'em. Meanite, which was a cast steel, instead of cast iron. Cast iron flywheels had a tendency to explode (waves hands in a blast pattern) cast iron being very brittle. (chuckles). When Christian came out with that idea, we immediately went to strokers. I had been fooling around with porting; you know, working on the heads and the top end and stuff, and Frank Chase would setup the lower (end.)

As I say, I was kinda' the do-nothing around there; I had to do something, and so I started working on the motorcycle engines. We started building stroker Chief engines for people. Pop Shunk was grinding the cams for us. Fred Shunk, they called him 'Pop.' Where he got the name, I don't know...

M.M.M.: What kind of prep work would you do?

M.B.: (starts sketching) Its attention to detail. Example: we were running 5/8" spark lead, which means, when the piston's 5/8" from the top, it would fire. I got to thinkin' about this and finally, with the heads off and setting up the timing, settin' the mag (magneto) up; you'd set the front one at 5/8ths, and the rear one would be a half or 3/4. So what's wrong? The cam on the mag. You take the one that's firing too soon, and you carefully, with a little Dremel grinder, go in there and grind the lead off of that breaker cam. Now you get both of them firing (in) the same place.

M.M.M.: Did you ever experiment with shorter stroke/big bore, like everyone does today?

M.B.: You can't on an Indian. When we got to 30 over, we'd throw 'em (the cylinders) away. If we didn't, we'd blow 'em off--the cylinders are that thin at the bottom. Harley's always been big. You can bore 'em, you can stroke 'em, do all kinds of things to them. But the Indian was always skimpy on cylinder wall size. Anyway, this was all seat of the pants stuff. I came up with this stuff on my own, and apparently it worked. There were always a lot of people that were building things that were gonna go quicker than we were, but they never did. And they haven't yet today. (chuckles)

M.M.M.: Let's talk about your porting. Was that strictly trial and error?

M.B.: We had no flow benches, no dynos, no nothin.' When Indian came out with the Bonneville Chiefs and Scouts in 1938...

M.M.M.: That was a cam and what else?

M.B.: They had a factory cam in 'em too, but (Pop) Shunk was a far better cam grinder than that. You see, there is nothing that the factory does that somebody can't improve on. Even today.

M.M.M.: What about 4-valve heads vs. 2-valve heads?

M.B.: Well, that's more breathing. I looked at the way Indian was setting up their Bonnevilles, and the way they shaped their intake ports, and then I went ahead on some other things. On the Chout, when we first built that stroker thing, even in a Chief frame it ran 128 1/2 mph. Somehow, that seemed to be the barrier, you'd never get past that. (laughter) (It'd) go between 125-128 mph every time we went to speed trials. I just desperately wanted to go 130 mph, so we geared for 130 mph. We had it on Frank Christian's dyno, and we were puttin' out 65 horsepower at 44 hundred R's - This with two carbs, one for each intake port.

M.M.M.: On the crank, or on the rear wheel?

M.B.: Rear wheel. We figured out the sprockets we wanted. We had a 30 (tooth) on front, and a 36 on the rear and then the ratio between the primary made the difference. 2.60:1 gear ratio, anyway. When I finally ran 135 1/2, it was turning 4600, which was over the horsepower. So if it'd had some more gear, and we didn't have any more available, well, we coulda' run faster. Hindsight is great. After that, well that's the last time we ever ran, we put the thing in a, Pop Shunk had an old board track frame, and we put it in that. (We) didn't bother puttin' braces on the cylinders, and blew a cylinder off on the dyno. Then I says, 'Hey we're in the saw-sharpening business. We gotta get outta foolin' with motorcycles.' We shoulda' gone the other way (more laughter) but we didn't, so we practically quit then, you know.

M.M.M.: Does that make you feel good, or is it just-?

M.B.: Yeah it makes me feel good! When I realize what we did with what we had, I mean we had no flow benches, we had a dyno when we finally finished up, but that's just end result. We didn't keep goin' to the dyno, we didn't have time, or the funds to do that. We just did (what we could with) what we had, and it seemed to work.

M.M.M.: Did you ever play with valve size or springs?

M.B.: Oh we used Bonneville springs, which were double. Exhaust valve, you leave alone. Intake valve, was flat (sketches valves) and tulip-shaped here. I'd put 'em on a big 10" grinding wheel, mostly to lighten (the) valves.

M.M.M.: Tell me about your early hydraulic forks.

M.B.: The last job I had before I decided I'd better get into something other than riding the damn motorcycle around the city all the time, I was shagging for Economy Blueprint, out in North Hollywood. One of the stops that we had was at Bendix. Bendix had an engineering building along a dirt road, Empire, which at that time was not paved, and full of potholes and everything. Usually, those engineers would be out there waiting for these prints. They were always in a hurry for them, you know. You know, Indians had a leaf spring on the thing and rigid rear and everything, And the guy says, 'My God, those things do a lot of bouncin'.' and he let it go at that.

The next time I took something out there he said, "Would you be able to let us use that machine for a couple of days and take some measurements? We're thinking about building some hydraulic forks for the front end." Bendix was making aircraft landing gears at the time, you know. Anyway, I arranged to borrow somebody else's machine and they had it for a couple of days, and I got it back. Believe it or not, this was in August, 1939. Every time I'd see the guy (Bendix Engineer) he'd say, '"Yeah, we're getting along well. We should have those forks in a couple of months." Get all the drawings done, and everything.

Early September, '39, of course the war broke out in Europe, and they didn't have to worry about what the hell to do anymore (chuckles). Immediately the US started building airplanes by the thousands, and Bendix was very busy with their landing gears. That killed my Bendix fork arrangement for the Four--but that's how close I came to probably having the first American machine with hydraulic forks on it.

M.M.M.: Tell me about the Vard story.

M.B.: In 1946, I'd put on Vard forks, and Vard was an outfit in Pasadena that made drafting equipment. They made these things that draftsmen use that got all these mickey-mouse arms on them. During the war, they used their facilities for all kinds of different things, and they happened to have four Pasadena Motorcycle Club members working there. Of course, in their spare time, they were always comin' up with something new, and when the war was over, they already had thought a lot about some of this stuff, so they built these forks, which were the forerunner of the Harley Hydra-Glide forks. Vard made these forks extra-wide Because Harley front ends were a lot wider than Indian front ends. They were made so they'd fit Harley or Indian, either one. Anyway, (Ed) Kretz got the wholesale price, $50.00, which was what he charged me.

M.M.M.: How, did he have an in with-?

The fastest unstreamlined Indian ever, the MB Chout..M.B.: Oh, he was a dealer. They were pretty basic, and they worked well, but they wore out pretty fast because they didn't have any seals in 'em. They'd pump oil out pretty rapidly, and then the oil would mix with the dust and the dirt and help grind the (slider) bushing. The legs were not hard-chromed either, they were just plain steel. They had no protection from wear, so the first thing I did when I rebuilt my Four, I took the legs out and had 'em hard chromed. I then made a bushing to fit that, and then I put a seal on the top of the bushing. I'm still running the thing since 1986. I haven't put any oil in 'em or anything else, and they still work very well. Anyway, back to the forks. Amazingly enough, Ed Kretz and I were good friends, they retailed for $72.00.

M.M.M.: So that would be a couple months pay?
M.B.: (softly) Well, no. Shagging I was making 25 bucks a week.

M.M.M.: So, three weeks pay?
M.B.: Yeah, still a lot of money.

 

Not content to rest, Max is building "Chout II." Custom fabricated with modern aluminum, imported Australian cylinders and heads modified by Max. While the motor takes shape in Southern California, work progresses on an authentic 101 Scout frame. It will be straightened, and extra lugs removed--any and all excess weight removed. Cycle parts will be minimal. Smaller Junior Scout gas and oil tanks, no fenders, aluminum rims. Anything to reduce mass, aid airflow and help optimize Chout II's potential top speed, and break his own record.

M.M.M.: How do feel about your chances with Chout II?

M.B.: I'm pretty sure we can run at least 145 mph, maybe quicker. 'Cause now we know what to do about gearing.

M.M.M.: You gonna run her at El Mirage?

M.B.: I hate El Mirage! I've only ever gotten into two speed wobbles, period. And both times were at El Mirage.

M.M.M.: Because of the wind? or..

M.B.: No, the surface. Both times, it shook my feet off the pegs, and I was just hangin' by the handlebars. (picture the photo of Rollie Free on the Vincent) Somehow, it managed to straighten itself out. One time, the worst one was at about, a little over 125 mph. I hit a big hole there, and it just shook the hell out of things, and all of a sudden, straightened out again. (When) I got back in, and we got to lookin', we had this 19 inch, it was like a Triumph wheel or something in there--no front brake or anything--just what we called a spool hub.

M.M.M.: Sure. Like on a chopper.

M.B.: Yeah. Anyway, there were four spokes broken out of that. Couple of more wiggles, and the whole wheel woulda' gone. That woulda' been a pretty bad situation (smiles at memory.) They run (Dry Lake) Muroc, I think, at least once a year. Mostly by invitation, but we have some connections. Or we might go somewhere else. I just don't know yet. We haven't got the machine done yet.

M.M.M.: What does the Scout frame have that the Chief frame doesn't? It's lighter?

M.B.: Its lighter! See, the (reason that the) Chout was such fun to ride and everything, it was about 75 pounds lighter than a Chief. Dick Gross used to say, "Eleven pounds is a horsepower." So we're lookin' at 6 and 1/2 more horsepower potential, available for acceleration.

M.M.M.: And your head work?

M.B.: The main thing is we've got access to flow benches, so we can check our flow in and out. Change the ports as necessary. You can fill 'em in with aluminum. We were fillin' in the exhausts like mad because they are way too big.

M.M.M.: What about tuning the exhaust? Will you change the headers?

M.B.: Yes, they will be modified to fit the smaller exhaust ports. There's so much new technology. That's why I say, I can't imagine why somebody hasn't beat our time a long time ago. Most people don't do well with technology, you know. Its just amazing that a lot of people don't seem to have the feel for it.

M.M.M.: When do think you'll try a record run? 2001?

M.B.: I hope sooner than that.

M.M.M.: Do you have a rider in mind?

M.B.: (Amazed) I'm gonna ride 'er! I just want to go more than 135.58 (mph.) After that, we'll see if Jim can get 145.

M.M.M.: Max, good luck with Chout II.

M.B.: Thank you.

Max Bubeck runs The Indian 4 Experience, specializing in Indian engine modifications and rebuilding.
He can be reached at 760-323-0304; fax 760-323-3767


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Max sitting on his 135.58mph hybrid Chief/Scout that he rode at Rosamond Dry Lake on June 27th, 1948. He's 30 years old in the picture, wearing jeans and a striped T-shirt,. sitting astride the bike, his right boot on the sidewalk.

The Pop Shunk-built "Chout" is as lean and mean as a straight razor except for two big-assed carburetors that look big enough to pluck poultry. That bike is still the worlds fastest unfaired Indian.

We can vouch that the world is still very much Max's playground and, at 82 years, he continues to travel the world, ride his Indians, and raise hell. We spent a very enjoyable day with him in Palm Springs recently and we expect to ride his annual "Death Valley Tour" for pre-1965 machines in October of 2000.

--- Joe Michaud (S.D.A.M.C)


(S.D.A.M.C). ©2000, Max Bubeck as told to Jerry Hatfield,

Being born in the LA area was a very fortunate happening for me. By 1933 at age 15, I already had my first motorcycle, a 1930 101 Scout. It wasn't long before I got acquainted with the local "hounds," as we were known then, and every week end we would be off to some event, usually a TT race, field event, or beer bust.

One of the favorite spots was about 15 miles east of LA at Sam Parriots' in Puente Ranch. The LA 45 Club put on steak feeds and field meets at least twice a year and one of the big attractions was a straight, blacktop road that ran for a mile, then made a dogleg turn to the right, then left and up a hill. This was known as the Puente Strip.

By 1937, we would convene our motorcycles in "drag outs" or speed runs at least once a month on early Saturday mornings before there was any traffic. By 1939, Frank Christian had built an electric-eye timing clock so we could get accurate times. This was a great help to the local racers and speed-trialers to check their machines for performance. It was in October of 1941 and I left home early Saturday morning on my '39 Indian Four, headed for Puente. The route was east on Valley Blvd to Fifth Street, in Puente, a right turn across some railroad tracks, then a left turn onto the strip.

As I came around the corner at about 30mph, I saw three machines just starting on a run. The one on the left was Ed Kretz on his #38 Sport Scout race bike, and the others were a couple of Harleys. I thought, why not see if I could catch them, so I pulled the Four back into second gear and got on it. I was gaining on all three, and soon passed the Harleys but Kretz was still ahead. I was slightly to the left of him and my front wheel was along side his rear wheel, both of us still in second at 75mph. Ed looked over his right shoulder, saw the Harleys behind him, snapped into high gear and laid down on the Scout. I did the same on my Four and the Scout started to pull away at 90mph. So I edged into his draft about three feet behind and managed to stay there at over 100mph. The immediate reaction after clearing the timing traps was to sit up and get on the brakes because that dogleg was pretty sharp at that speed.

So Kretz did the usual and turned around to see how far ahead he was of the Harleys. I still laugh when I think of the look on his face when he saw me three feet behind him! His eyes bugged out and almost pushed his goggles off! As we slowed, I came alongside of him and he said, :Where did you come from?" I said, "I was there all the time." My speedometer stop-hand read 114mph and when we got back to the timer, we found out we had hit 112.50mph.

I later took the Four through at 108.43mph, without the benefit of the draft---this was just as I rode it on the streets---headlights, fenders, saddlebags, the works. Sam Parriot tried to talk me into talking off the extra garbage and trying again, but I was happy with that speed. Remember---this was 1941, when few machines would clock an honest 100mph.

Kretz asked me to take his Scout through and see what I could get out of it, as I was about 40 pounds lighter. It clocked exactly 112.50mph with me on it, too. This was the week before the big 200 mile race at Oakland. Kretz had the best qualifying time at 94mph on the very rough one mile track, paved with a low bank on the turns. Kretz, of course, had the pole and at the end of the first lap had a 200 foot lead, which kept increasing every lap until he lapped the second-place rider on the 32nd lap.

Soon after that, there was a very bad accident in the south turn, which resulted in two deaths and several others taken out of the race. How Ed didn't go down is a miracle of some sort. Movies taken of the accident make you shake your head in wonder that Kretz didn't end up in the pile of motorcycles sliding into the fence. Later, when asked how he got through, Ed said he closed his eyes and held on. Anyway, Ed managed to get through the mess without going down and lead until the 117th lap, when his front chain broke and put him out of the race. Front chains weren't supposed to break on Indians with the oil bath but his did. I guess Indian must've gotten a batch of bad chains, improperly heat-treated.

Those were great days! As well as riding my '39 Four on the streets and on trips, I also rode the Four in cross-country events like the Greenhorn 500-miler. I had the privilege of travelling with Ed Kretz, and sometimes Jimmy Kelly another good Indian rider. We usually piled into the car late on Saturday, and drove long, hard, and late at night to make some Sunday racemeet at some distance from LA. Many were the pranks and jokes. The world was our playground and we would never grow old.

©2000, Max Bubeck as told to Jerry Hatfield.

 

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