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  • tom teevin

    I have a 1967 Triumph TR-6R 650 cc twin with a worn out Amal Monobloc carb.
    There was an outfit in Oregon that sleeved the slide bore and could recondition Amals.
    Any help would be great.

  • Bruce Costello

    Awesome project, well done. The T120 has a place in my heart, I rode a t120v for a bunch of years in the 70’s in the UK. My weekends were usually spent trekking off to the spares shop to buy a new silencer after having laid it down the previous week, then cleaning and polishing (use solvol autosolve – the BEST for UK alloy), then on Sunday blasting around the English countryside, eventually laying it down someplace to start the process over again.

    Fabulous bikes, they do have a soul. Never as fast as a Commando. I recall chasing down a 750 combat around Blackbush airport just before Dylan and Genesis played a concert…tried to keep up…only succeeded in breaking some piston rings. They didn’t handle as well as BMW’s of the same era – I recall trying to chase down an r90s around Farnborough airport, thought I was doing well until the BMW rider sat up at 90, took both hands of the bars and adjusted his helmet – ’nuff said. But….the T120 had more soul. So many cold nights riding down the motorway in the freezing darkness, on the way to college, just me and my Bonneville, purring away in the darkness, then waiting for me when I came out, to get me home again. The clutch was always a bit sensitive to setting up ‘just right’, the rear frame loop could break if overloaded, the wiring was always a bit suspect. But a tickle of the carbs, one kick with no ignition, another with the clutch pulled in to make sure the plates were freed up, then a single big kick and whoompf. Never any choke needed. The usual mod at the time was to pull the sliders out and get rid of the chock cable and handlebar adjuster. I had ‘vincent flats’ on mine, kept me crouched forward, less wind drag. I see your bike has something similar, much better than being too upright. Those foot-pegs are a pain. They were the source of sooo many new silencers for me. I recall one time heading up the Alexander road in Farnborough, spotting a cute chick, figured I’d impress her with a few foot peg sparks. Went too far and the pegs just pivoted the bike right of the tires…and down the rode it went. I just stood straight up as the bike went away…tried to look cool as I injured by best buddy again. The good news is my silencers never did get a chance to rot through. Still have a few of the special tools needed for T120 servicing knocking around someplace…always knew I’d get another….over 35 years later, someday…soon.