
I was recently invited by Vespa South Africa to take part in the Malossi year end event which is held in Italy. The class I would be competing in would be the ScooterMatic Extreme class and for the event it’s called the World Malossi Day Cup. As the event makes use of 70cc 2-stroke scooters, I thought to myself that it couldn’t possibly be that hard but I was wrong. Colin Edwards once said that when the word ‘world’ is thrown into the mix, you can be assured the level of competition is going to be ridiculously high and, unfortunately for me, he was right!
On arrival I was introduced to my two short Italian mechanics, one named Mannino Maurizio and the other Maggio Sebastiano. Maurizio was never without a cigarette in his mouth, even while syphoning petrol and he is a proper Italian, not speaking a word of English. He is also a 2-stroke fanatic, always fiddling and always smoking. Sebastiano spoke even less English, he did not even attempt it and has the most mild mannered nature. He fiddles when Maurizio fiddles and that's all the time. Both of them are beautiful people and we had a good time chatting and laughing, a lot of the time not understanding one word. I don’t think they even caught one of my jokes. I was then introduced to my teammate from Korea, a happy fellow who goes by the English name of Lee. By the end of the weekend he was smiling and hugging me a lot which had me worried but he was most definitely not that way inclined as I saw him react to some of the sassily dressed Italian ladies that passed our pit. I think he likes the way they swagger in their high heels and I think he likes the slightly bigger girls with slightly enlarged buttocks. The Italians ladies do wiggle their bums a little and I won't lie by saying I didn’t like it. They've got sex appeal and they know it.
But, I digress, so let me tell you a little more about my race bike. It started life as a 50cc Gilera Zip which was then stripped down to absolutely nothing. Little Sava racing semi-slicks were fitted as well as Malossi fully adjustable race shocks in both the front and the back. Then special brake shoes at the rear and a bigger disc in the front with braided hoses as well as special racing pads. And then the engine; upon inspection I think only the belt casings were stock because from there every little item that can make the engine go faster has been added. These include racing clutch, racing circle crank, ignition, piston, conrod, exhaust, special carb with intake manifold and carbon reed valves. Every little piece is a work of art and this is the Malossi way I would later find out. The bike has full GPS racing dash telemetry and my lines were compared to acceleration points, revs and heat. And all for scooter racing, whaaaaat? Oh, and last but by no means least, the most visually pleasing piece of all the tuning parts is the expansion chamber exhaust. The welding and detail truly is reminiscent of 500 MotoGP days.
Ok, so I've raced superbikes all my life and survived the Isle of Man so, seriously, how hectic could this be? Come on, they’re only 70cc bikes after all. Maurizio would never give me the bike until he had personally warmed it up to 52 degrees Celsius and I was given strict instructions to carry on revving it in the same manner otherwise it would bog down - temperamental little bastard and the bike was not easy either. The Adria track is not a scooter track, it's a proper 15m wide, 3km long race track with long straights and proper flowing high speed corners. As I was released on to the track, I opened the throttle to its max immediately and the little bike nearly threw me off the back. Wow, my 50 never went like that in high school; I loved it immediately, it was epic! It feels like the bike revs instantly to its 14,300rpm redline and only then starts feeding in the centrifugal clutch, the acceleration is fantastic for a 70cc and I loved the high tuned scream of the little 2-stroke, it just sounded sorted. I did a few laps and started to feel comfortable, a word which I use lightly here as you never really get comfortable with a scooter riding position on a knee down race track. Then, all of a sudden, my bubble was smashed! I was lining up for the bumpy left hander that leads to a short straight, which then gets you into a tight double left hander that gets you back to the straight and I had not realised that the flock of dayglo yellow and orange suited little suicide bombers had already completed their lap and were going to dive bomb me all together with absolutely no respect or regard for my safety. Fooking hell, how is it even possible to go that quickly, each and every one of them obviously on their quick lap and trying to break a world record. I later found out that they actually try to stay together because of the draft effect down the straight. By the end of the session I was about 10 seconds off the pace so maybe I should take up planting tulips instead because I am clearly not a bike racer.
During the next day’s practice I had various ups and downs, at least always going a bit quicker but, believe it or not, so did they. I was closing the huge time difference one millisecond at a time and in the end I got to about 4 seconds off the main fast group, with some of the slower guys getting to within a second or so quicker than my pace. There were 2 guys from Holland who were light years faster than the others and they still managed to squeeze another second faster out of their little steeds, and all I can ask is how? I managed to blow my bike up in qualifying and had to start off at the back, not that going flat out would have made much of a difference, I was definitely filling up the cheap seats.
Race day came and I lined up at the back of the field, 33 bikes on the grid, 3 on each row which makes for quite a long way back and my heart was pounding by the time the lights went out. What followed was the quickest 7 laps of my life, the little bikes are so light it’s not hard work physically but it’s frantic and brash and there is absolutely no manners or sportsman like behaviour in scooter racing. It’s more like a case of ‘if you can think it you can do it’ and I had the most fantastic display of Ching-Chong-Cha being played out in front of me. I was almost laughing at some of the moves they were that crazy. I managed to beat my Korean teammate but could just not hang onto the tail in the end, finishing just 3 seconds off it and 50 seconds off the front guy. Man it was fun and all of a sudden you do not need a R150k superbike, you can have just as much fun on a scooter, it’s so relative to the company you keep.
Just a short word of thanks to Vespa SA, Mr Malossi and my two Italian mechanics. A few less pies for me for next year, another 100cc and I should be bang on pace!
What is Malossi?
Malossi a family run business which originated back in 1930 by father, Armando Malossi, and is still run by his two sons, Mr Sandro Malossi (head of marketing and sporting events and Mr Ugo Malossi, the president). Malossi produce racing parts for all makes of scooters from 50cc right up to the TMAX. They have various options and different stages of tuning, and each and every one is completed to the finest detail. I have seldom met people, and I meet a lot of people in my job, who immediately command such respect and just by their presence and aura. For example Mr Sandro Malossi had the whole event's reins in his hands; nothing happened that he did not authorise and that he personally did not give the nod for. He was the first one on the job in the morning and he was the last one off to bed at night. One would think he has trust issues but if you look at the company and how they have run it for all these years, who are we to judge? Maybe they have got it 100% right. The whole family is involved but he does it first and then passes it on to someone else. Take my greeting for instance, I did not know at first know who this well dressed gentleman who came to find me was and only once he knew I was ok and comfortable, did he pass me onto his PR lady, who later informed me who I'd been dealing with. I mention this as I later saw this quality run through their whole company. No detail is overlooked, each part is made up of the absolutely best possible material and they absolutely live and trust their brand. After all it's their legacy, they are proud of it and you can see it, it’s infectious and all of a sudden I want Malossi parts on my scooter.
The history of the actual beginnings of the factory is very interesting. I went to their website and there you will read stories of how the old man's building was hit by a bomb, how guys who hid their bikes away from army requisition weren’t able to ride them as there was no fuel. Later on his oldest son, seeing all of this, told the old man to stop making and repairing bicycles but to rather start repairing motorcycles, and the rest is just fascinating.
Go to www.malossi.com and read if you are a little bit of a historian, you'll love reading it. ![]()







