gixxerjasen
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One of my sportbike friends hit me up the other day asking questions about FJR's and sport touring bikes. I chatted with him a bit about it. A few days later we chatted again and he admitted that he doesn't think he's ready to make the jump to a sport tourer.
On having conversations with his girlfriend she stated that she didn't want to ride on what passes for a pillion seat on the back of a sportbike. He showed her the FJR and she admitted that she'd be willing to consider it.
So yesterday he hits me up again. He's back on the FJR hunt and has found a few. One of the questions he asks me is "Should I be worried about a bike with 20K miles on it?" I give him the standard relpy of "Only if you want to buy a motorcycle that hasn't finished it's break in period."
He proceeds to ask me to go with him to check it out.
We arrive today and it's in nice condition, a POS Gen II 2008 A model. It's got a scratch on the left side bag but that's it. I have to show the Honda dealer how to open the glove box but soon they've got it rolled out and handed my buddy a loaner helmet. I announce "I'm gonna go suit up, I'm going with you!"
So we exit the dealership out onto the service road and head down, through an intersection and then we are heading up an on ramp to cruise the interstate a little bit. Eventually we exit so we can head back. I roll up next to him and look over questioning. He knows the questioning look and replies "I like it!!!" I shake my head thinking "You like it? You haven't even tried it yet!" I've assured him that the FJR will get up and go but not like his old liter bike, but it is far from being a slouch.
We make a left and go over the highway and when we turn left onto the service road there's a string of slow moving cars ahead of us, but nobody behind us.
I honk the horn and when he turns around to look I signal him to drop in behind me. Then I putz along at 10mph in first gear. This goes on for about 30 seconds and still no one behind us. As we approach the long entrance ramp, all the traffic ahead of us is now on the highway.
And then I drop the hammer.
He's been lulled into the fat low powerband of the FJR already and forgotten that he can wind it up. We wind it up and romp on it. As we blast onto the highway we've probably made it into ticket territory but not go directly to jail territory yet. I close off the throttle and wait for him to pull up beside me. The dealership gave him a half helmet with a full clear shield. This is good because I can see the huge shit eating grin on his face.
I think "NOW, you've tried it and now you are allowed to like it."
He's working financing and hoping to bring it home on Tuesday.
So, not sure if I'm a good influence or a bad one but I brought another over to the land of the FJR. That can't be all bad can it?
On having conversations with his girlfriend she stated that she didn't want to ride on what passes for a pillion seat on the back of a sportbike. He showed her the FJR and she admitted that she'd be willing to consider it.
So yesterday he hits me up again. He's back on the FJR hunt and has found a few. One of the questions he asks me is "Should I be worried about a bike with 20K miles on it?" I give him the standard relpy of "Only if you want to buy a motorcycle that hasn't finished it's break in period."
We arrive today and it's in nice condition, a POS Gen II 2008 A model. It's got a scratch on the left side bag but that's it. I have to show the Honda dealer how to open the glove box but soon they've got it rolled out and handed my buddy a loaner helmet. I announce "I'm gonna go suit up, I'm going with you!"
So we exit the dealership out onto the service road and head down, through an intersection and then we are heading up an on ramp to cruise the interstate a little bit. Eventually we exit so we can head back. I roll up next to him and look over questioning. He knows the questioning look and replies "I like it!!!" I shake my head thinking "You like it? You haven't even tried it yet!" I've assured him that the FJR will get up and go but not like his old liter bike, but it is far from being a slouch.
We make a left and go over the highway and when we turn left onto the service road there's a string of slow moving cars ahead of us, but nobody behind us.
And then I drop the hammer.
He's been lulled into the fat low powerband of the FJR already and forgotten that he can wind it up. We wind it up and romp on it. As we blast onto the highway we've probably made it into ticket territory but not go directly to jail territory yet. I close off the throttle and wait for him to pull up beside me. The dealership gave him a half helmet with a full clear shield. This is good because I can see the huge shit eating grin on his face.
I think "NOW, you've tried it and now you are allowed to like it."
He's working financing and hoping to bring it home on Tuesday.
So, not sure if I'm a good influence or a bad one but I brought another over to the land of the FJR. That can't be all bad can it?
