Silver Penguin
Silver Penguin
You all know that I've been unfaithful to my beloved FJR for some time now. The charms of a 29" seat height on a 400lb bike that will go off-road happily have seduced me away from the bike I loved most of all. I can touch a good part of EACH foot down at the same time, and be able to right the little bike with ease. It carries it's weight way down low (not unlike it's rider).
Sadly the BMW mechanic had bad news about my dear little G650GS during it's routine 12K service. It needs some parts that are not currently in stock. During the few days that it will take to get the parts, it would be better not to ride the bike. So what's to do? Do I revert to four wheels? Do I even remember how to drive a car?
No fear - FJR to the rescue. It waits patiently in the garage, as Andy's back-up commuter (when he feels like a little more finesse is needed than his R1200GS can deliver). But the old confidence is gone. I was always a bit shaky with the slow speed stuff and now I've been spoiled with the little bike. Would I dare hop on the big bike ever again? I've even got to the reluctant point of switching my personal plate to the BMW. However. I need wheels to get to work tomorrow, so I dusted off the Kiss boots, with the 2.5" thick soles. Andy moved the shifter up for me. Took a test ride and realized that I only get first and neutral, but that was quite fast enough with the housing tract. Came home for an adjustment then went out around the block.
OK, so the block was about ten miles. One has to give a bike like this a full test. What if I didn't like it after nine miles? All those memories came flooding back, of why I (and everyone else here) loves this bike. Just send sweet thoughts to the throttle and the bike takes off. Not sure if I even moved my right hand or not but the bike knew I wanted to go faster. Being Sunday, the rolling roadblocks were out in force. From somewhere within me, a hooligan appeared, deftly whipping the bike from space to space. I remembered to leave one or two gears in the bag, so as not to tempt a performance award. Oh my gosh, this bike is amazing. How could I have let it sit in the garage and ride a 650 single?
I don't think I'm going to need that 4am alarm tomorrow, since I'm looking forward to going to work. Just have to remember to take the off-ramp
and not keep going.
Sadly the BMW mechanic had bad news about my dear little G650GS during it's routine 12K service. It needs some parts that are not currently in stock. During the few days that it will take to get the parts, it would be better not to ride the bike. So what's to do? Do I revert to four wheels? Do I even remember how to drive a car?
No fear - FJR to the rescue. It waits patiently in the garage, as Andy's back-up commuter (when he feels like a little more finesse is needed than his R1200GS can deliver). But the old confidence is gone. I was always a bit shaky with the slow speed stuff and now I've been spoiled with the little bike. Would I dare hop on the big bike ever again? I've even got to the reluctant point of switching my personal plate to the BMW. However. I need wheels to get to work tomorrow, so I dusted off the Kiss boots, with the 2.5" thick soles. Andy moved the shifter up for me. Took a test ride and realized that I only get first and neutral, but that was quite fast enough with the housing tract. Came home for an adjustment then went out around the block.
OK, so the block was about ten miles. One has to give a bike like this a full test. What if I didn't like it after nine miles? All those memories came flooding back, of why I (and everyone else here) loves this bike. Just send sweet thoughts to the throttle and the bike takes off. Not sure if I even moved my right hand or not but the bike knew I wanted to go faster. Being Sunday, the rolling roadblocks were out in force. From somewhere within me, a hooligan appeared, deftly whipping the bike from space to space. I remembered to leave one or two gears in the bag, so as not to tempt a performance award. Oh my gosh, this bike is amazing. How could I have let it sit in the garage and ride a 650 single?
I don't think I'm going to need that 4am alarm tomorrow, since I'm looking forward to going to work. Just have to remember to take the off-ramp
and not keep going.