And though its rider was greatly imperiled, the malevolent TM was happy as a dead pig in the sunshine to continue this behavior for however long fuel and the rider's metabolism could endure. This biological limitation would eventually lead me to secret of the TM's undoing. There are subtle biological limits in place and they define what the human body can be made to endure. I was able to capitalize on this weakness. Judging from the drunken, tortured path they cut while navigating the course, I surmised that this was surely done to relax the strain on their colons.
Biology is a truly wondrous thing.
I know this may sound odd at first reading, but a superior grasp of history is often afforded by retrospection, during which seemingly insignificant details will often come to occupy center stage in the historical canvas even though, at the time of their occurrence, they may have seemed completely unimportant. And so it was that the TM-400's inability to succeed was brought on by just such a detail. You see, in 1973 there were simply no available riding pants with sufficient latitude of crotch to carry the necessary biological accouterments needed to ride a TM-400 at full throttle over rough terrain. We raced 20-minute motos then because a Maico could not run longer than that between major overhauls.