15 Most Dangerous Motorcycles Ever Built

[acotrel]

You don't need to over-bore or stroke a Kawasaki two stroke to get it to go. My brother's motors have reshaped cylinder heads but standard compression ratio. Chambers and methanol are enough. But jetting lean enough without seizing is critical. If you are sane, you would not do it. There are very few motorcycles which I would not road-race - but those two motors are silly stuff.
My project bike is an H1 motor in an Egli frame. It has RD350 barrels with reed valves, It is 600cc. I will never complete it.

 

[Mundy_Norton]

"The Suzuki RG500 Gamma isn't just a motorcycle—it's a legend. Dubbed “the most dangerous motorcycle ever sold,” it drew acclaim and fear in equal measure."

I found it on this page: https://www.fodsports.com/blog/the-most-dangerous-motorcycle-ever-sold/

 

[MichaelB]

"The Suzuki RG500 Gamma isn't just a motorcycle—it's a legend. Dubbed “the most dangerous motorcycle ever sold,” it drew acclaim and fear in equal measure."

I found it on this page: https://www.fodsports.com/blog/the-most-dangerous-motorcycle-ever-sold/

I'd hit it......

 

[grandpaul]

I'll bet more arms were broken on 3hp Briggs & Stratton mini bikes than all other bikes combined.

 

[Lineslinger]

Worst motorized two wheel wreck I was ever in.
Mini bike with a SS frame and a 10 horse McCulloch race kart engine.

No clutch, direct drive, no brakes. My mom wanted to kill me as I completely wore the bottom off of a brand new pair of PF Flyers using my feet/legs to slow or stop, kinda'.

I finally piled into the back of neighbors parked Chrysler Imperial.
3 days in the hospital and I still have the burn scars on my leg where the hot pipes branded me.

We put the motor back on the kart. After a couple of visits from the police my dad shut down the kart usage for the summer.

 

[grandpaul]

... I completely wore the bottom off of a brand new pair of PF Flyers using my feet/legs to slow or stop, kinda'...

I know the feeling! We were pulling a go-kart with a Honda SL100 and it had no brakes. It was mid-day Christmas, and I had just slipped on a brand new pair of Dingo boots. At the first high-speed stop requirement, I ate through both soles and right into my socks, and BARELY got it stopped! My mom was hotter than a stove.