Blatherings of a Newbie Motorcycle Addict

...It's a tourer...and a sporty bike...

The Impetus [top]

The last time I rode a two-wheeled motorized anything was when I was 7 or 8, and I had a great buddy who had an extra Honda Trail 50 mini-bike available for bouncing around his family's farm in Kentucky.  Looking back, I have nothing but great memories of these couple of summers, buzzing around the gently rolling hills outside of Lexington.  My buddy's dad, by the way, had one of the first Honda 750/4 models; they seemed huge, and the dad was larger than life on it.

Through the years, I've always noticed motorcycles as they zoomed (or cruised) by, but didn't give much thought to actually owning one.

As I approached my apparently obligatory mid-life crisis, I found myself yearning for a Big Loud Sporty Car, and was starting to fixate on owning a Camaro SS.  Forget the damnable quality and dated look; I just wanted an exhaust note and 0-60 grins.  But at over $30K new, and with the current economy, I just couldn't swing it.

Then, on a vacation to the Algarve, in southern Portugal, I wound up in the middle of a huge motorcycle get-together.  Then, on the drive back to Paris(!), we were passed by an amazing number of sport bikes in full lean on the mountain highways.  Something clicked inside me and, although I didn't particularly want to rush out and buy a sport bike, I started thinking, "Hmmm, maybe a motorcycle..."

Attention:  Newbie in the Store [top]

After returning to the States, I decided to get a bike.  I started to visit various motorcycle dealers in the Austin and Round Rock, TX, area.  My (dubious) strategy was to walk into the dealers showroom, admit to being a 'pre-newbie', described what I wanted ("a good starter bike that won't kill me"), put myself at their mercy, and see what they said.  The responses generally fell into one of the following:

* What I mean by this is that Mototek and Lone Star put immediate profits aside, and steered me towards having the best initial motorcycle experience possible.

I wound up taking the latter group's advice, and I'm glad I did.

Getting It Together [top]

I decided to be very conservative in my approach to riding.  So the first thing I did was buy a helmet and gloves.  Then, I signed up for an MSF approved school in Hutto called the Total Rider Improvement Course (T.R.I.C.).  I cannot express how valuable that course was for me, personally.  A number of folks in the class had already ridden, either in the past or recently but, for me, this course was a great way to start enjoying the sport.  I highly recommend this course for folks in the Central Texas area.

After completing the course, I proceeded to get my license (the MSF course made it a breeze) and then hopped on to the Web to start looking for motorcycles.  I did a few searches on Google (and their newsgroup section) for newbie motorcycle information, buzzed through "Timberwoof's" excellent FAQ, and soaked up just about everything www.beginnerbikes.com had to offer.  I wound up at CycleTrader.com, and soon had it narrowed down to a few bikes in the area.  The one that caught my eye was the Honda in Georgetown, just up the Interstate a few miles.

So, on a rainy evening, I arranged to see the Honda.  The seller, a retired minister, enjoyed the bike a bunch to ride with his son on weekends, but had come upon a Pacific Coast that he just had to have.  I was astounded by how clean this 20 year-old bike was, but the engine did look kinda funky (very Moto-Guzzi'ish).  It only had 12,000 miles on it.  I asked the seller to start it up.  He did, and although it took a little effort to get it started (more on this later), once it was going, I was hooked.  It made the nicest sound, a great little version of the "American Muscle Car V-8 burble" that I had wanted, car-wise.

Even though this was the first motorcycle I had looked at seriously, and even though one should never buy the first used machine one sees, I decided to go for it.  It looked so clean, sounded so nice, was priced so reasonably, and I figured, "shoot, if you can't trust a minister these days, who can you trust?"  So, I gave him a check, and went home, all excited.

The next order of business was to get the bike home.  Being conservative and Brand New at riding, I really didn't want to deal with traffic or the Interstate, so I wound up renting a U-haul truck to get the bike.  I took it, in a pouring rain, from the seller's home to an interesting little shop I had found in Round Rock, called Team Scream, which specialized in Japanese bike repair.  This is a cool place which is basically a barn, outfitted as a repair shop, on the owner's property.  The owner helped me unload the bike.  I told him I just wanted him to check out the motorcycle.  "Assume that a newbie is going to be riding it," I said.  I also mentioned that it apparently didn't want to start easily.  The first thing he did was to pull the choke all the way out, and hit the starter.  BROOMMMM!  It fired up immediately.  He said that that was the way to start up a CX, don't touch the throttle (the seller had done that) and just start it up.  He also noticed a bit of water in an inner recess of the engine, where the water pipe entered the engine (uh-oh), and when riding it a few feet, mentioned that the front brake lever was sticking a bit.

While waiting for the bike to be checked out, I went to finish off purchasing my protective gear.  As much as I kind of envied folks riding bare-headed, or with shorts, jeans, or t-shirts, I had decided to stay conservative, and hedge my inexperience with some decent protective gear.  I already had my helmet and gloves, so I wound up at Lone Star Cycles and got a jacket, overpants, and shoes. 

After a week or so, I picked up my bike.  It turned out the water problem was not a big enough deal to worry about ("just check the fluids periodically"), and the mechanic wound up just changing the oil and filter, checking the bike out, adjusting the front brake lever, and putting a little air in the front shock.  He mentioned that it was a nice looking bike for the money.

Now, the moment of truth: the first ride on my bike....gulp.

First Rides [top]

After donning all my gear, and starting the bike, I did a little of what I'd learned at MSF school:  got used to the clutch's friction zone.  After a minute or so, I was off.  Fortunately, this gentleman's shop was just a drive through a few neighborhoods away, so I practiced starting and stopping on some deserted roads, and eventually made it home.  The most interesting part of this short ride was the fact that there were some decent inclines at stopping points, so I got some practice on starting from a hill. I made it home without incident, and parked the bike.  Success!

It was a pretty warm day, and I was completely soaked, but I was also flushed with excitement at my first ride.  I was already getting the bug.

My goal was to gain some experience on the uncrowded and easy country roads of Williamson County before tackling the more scenic routes in Central Texas Hill Country. I figured I'd put about 1000 miles on, to get used to the basics, so I'm not thinking of that so much when I'm in a little more traffic or twisty roads.

All my rides were really a blast.  I liked staying under 60 mph (in 60-65 mph speed zones), and was perfectly content to toodle along at 40-45 mph on the back roads.  I tried to practice the various MSF techniques:  look where I want to go, stop/look/lean/roll on turns, use both brakes, etc.  I like the idea of The Pace and the Vanishing Point, and tried to work on those ideas, albeit at slower speeds.

Occasionally, I would find myself on a gravel road.  Yikes!  Down goes the speed, and I start worrying about making a turn.  These usually lasted just a mile or so, and was good experience.  I could really stand to take a dirt bike course, though!

Whoops! [top]

It's been said that as one learns to ride, the confidence level quickly rises above the skill level, which spells TROUBLE.  I can now personally attest to the truth of this adage.

We were getting ready to go camping one Saturday morning, and packing was ahead of schedule.  I decided to get a quick hour of riding in before we left.  I donned my gear, and set out.

In the first few miles, I got this nagging feeling that things weren't right.  The bike was mechanically OK, but seems a little loose in the tail.  The weather was a bit chilly, and the wind didn't help matters much.

I continued on into the countryside, and came to a right hand turn.  A pickup truck was following me, which bugged me a little, but he backed off as I signaled my intentions.  I slowed down to about 10-15 mph, looked down the road as they instructed in the MSF class, and pushed the right-hand bar.

For a split-second, I remember thinking, "Man, I'm really leaned over, my footpeg is touching..."

The next thing I know, my bike is skittering along the ground, and I'm sliding about 5-6 feet as well.

Now, I've always held that folks can make maybe one mistake when driving and get away with it most of the time, but more than one mistake will surely bring about an accident. In looking back  at this mishap, I figure the following all contributed to the problem to one degree or another:

  1. Cold weather, cool tires (I was about 5 miles into my ride)
  2. Anxiety on my part about being out that day (rushing things, etc.)
  3. Armor-All on the sidewalls!  In my ignorant desire to keep the bike looking spiffy, I had cleaned the tires.  I later came to find this was a really stupid idea, given that motorcycle tire edges are used a lot more than those on cars, and Armor-All can be mighty slippery on rubber. Duh.
  4. Driving style:  In my increasing self-confidence, I realize I had developed a smooth, but overly "swoopy" turning habit.  Rather than pushing the bar and leaning just enough for the turn, I had begun my turns by really pushing the bar to "swoop" into the turn.  This probably contributed the most to my fall.

Anyway, no major harm was done. My right ankle had a nagging little "compression" sprain for a month or two, and bike just had scrapes on the windshield, brake lever, and exhaust pipe, and a broken right turn signal.

One other interesting thing about this experience:  The few days before going out on that particular adenturous ride, I'd been seeing a bunch of riders bopping around in jeans, and wondering to myself, "Hmmm, my overpants are kind of a pain to get in and out of, and hot on hot days, to boot.  Maybe I should just ride jeans, they'll protect me fairly well."  When I went on my ill-fated ride, I had my overpants.  After bouncing a bit, and popping up, I decided at that point to always wear some safety pants, not just for the abrasion protection, but for the protective armor as well.

I learned a lot from this accident, and was thankful it was minor and happened when there was no traffic.

Seeing the Light [top]

I had some time to ride on a January Sunday.  I had reached my 1000 mile goal, and decided to venture West of Round Rock.  The weather was perfect:  60 degrees F, low wind, cloudless blue skies.

I made my way on the some back roads, and decided to muster up a little bravado and go ahead and take 1431 to Marble Falls from Cedar Park.  I had ridden this route in a car in 2000, but my memory and slight anxiety had turned it into a really tight, narrow road, with lots of traffic.  1431 is considered an excellent bike-riding road, so I decided to have a taste, come what may.

Simply put, I went to experience the best day on a motor vehicle I had ever had.  The traffic was light, the turns were generally 55 mph sweepers, and the tighter turns were still reasonable for me.  I rode within the speed limit, and had an absolute blast.  

Every 4-5 turns, I found myself thinking, "Gawd, but I love this..."

At the risk of anthropomorphizing, I daresay even the bike had fun; it hummed around the turns, and up and down the hills.

I definitely am beginning to see the reason folks love to ride.

Aprilia Futura... [top]

I'm feeling a little guilty.  Even as I totally enjoyed my little CX500 to learn on and drive around Central Texas, it's my nature to begin yearning for a Shiny New Motorcycle.

My goal was to put about 10,000 miles on the Honda, take an Experienced Riders course, then shop for a new bike, but 2 things happened that totally screwed up my plans:

  1. I spied the Flame Red Aprilia Futura in the local Aprilia dealer's window in December of 2001; and
  2. That same Futura went on sale for $2000 off MSRP in May 2002

Even with only 3,000 miles behind me, I couldn't refuse the siren call of this bike. Every mile since purchasing it has been an absolute HOOT.

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Side view

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Proud newbie

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Chicken strips

more pictures here

Add-ons :

  1. Evoluzione Clutch Slave Cylinder - Since I had this installed before picking up the bike, I don't know how it compares to the stock slave.  All I know is that the clutch effort is smooth and easy, even in commuting traffic.  I've had problems with the clutch slave, twice, actually, Evoluzione and Mototek did me right both times.

    Tankslapper film after about 4500 miles

    Aural ecstasy: h-pipe (large pic).

    ThrottleMeister and ThrottleRocker

  2. Protective tank film - works great, wonderful value for the money.  They now offer a more complete set of film for more surfaces.

     

  3. Staintune slip-ons - sound, power, mpg....yum.  Look HERE for dyno results after pulling the baffles and remapping the ECU.  Combined with ECU remapping using Tuneboy software and a dyno/exhaust gas analyzer (work done by AF1 Racing), the engine is now very powerful (final eddy-current dyno measurement of 100.3 HP at the rear wheel), faster revving, and much less twitchy at low revs and off-idle...Woohoo! 

  4. Evoluzione air filter - What the heck, I was pulling the baffles anyway, why not a little more intake noise? :)

  5. H-Pipe - Replaced the initial exhaust collector underneath the bike.  The result is a nice power boost, and a wonderful growl in conjunction with the unplugged Staintunes.  Here is some multimedia (sound is with unplugged Staintunes):

  6. Tankbag - good quality, working great so far.

  7. ThrottleMeister - about 50% satisfactory, good enough right now for a short break for the right hand, otherwise it slips after just a few seconds, or holds while the revs go up...!  Needs some adjustment, obviously.  I got the heavy model, it does an OK job of reducing vibrations, but I can barely tell the difference from the stock bar-ends.

  8. ThrottleRocker - great $10 item, currently a much better Bang for the Buck than the ThrottleMeister.

  9. Traffic light trigger - I know, I know, could've just gotten a magnet and some twist ties and done this cheaper, but I spent the 12 bucks or so and mounted this to the center stand.  The jury's still out on this, I've definitely not seen any improvment on a couple of particularly indifferent stoplights, but then again, on a few others, I'd like to think it caused my bike to be detected.

  10. Flashing Taillights: Very easy installation (just replace the bulbs), nice bright lights, with fast, then slow flashing sequence, eventually to steadily on.  My first set showed slightly psychedelic behavior.  After discussing this with Kisan customer support, they shipped out a replacement set (with circuitry that has improved resistance to electrical noise) at no charge to me other than the $4 to ship the old ones back.  The replacement set works perfectly.  I like this company!

  11. Brighter headlights: After installation, they don't seem necessarily brighter, but do seem whiter and have better coverage.  Further riding at night on the highway reveals an awesome beam, they probably annoy other drivers, but at least they see me...!

  12. Headlight modulator:  Awesome plug 'n play modulators for the hi-beams.  Click here for some installation notes

  13. Electrical accessory connection - Added this to the left upper fairing.  Also added a Gerbing heated clothing battery harness underneath the seat, so I can connect the Jastek outlet to my tank bag, via this tank bag connection.

  14. NWS carbon fiber rear hugger - Adds a nice look to the rear, but more importantly, keeps crap off of the rear shock.  I like it.

    NWS hugger (large pic)

  15. NWS double bubble windshield - Huge pain in the butt to install, but I think I might like it.  It moves the windblast up a few inches from my neck area to around my face shield.

  16. Givi E52 Maxia topcase - I love this thing.  I hardly use the hardbags any more, at least for commuting and day trips.  It took quite a few hours to install, even with these fantastic directions, but it was worth it.  It's solidly mounted, doesn't bother me at all, handling-wise, has a very nice latching/locking mechanism, and is very roomy.  The fact that it looks like a tumor on the back is, well, c'est la vie.

  17. Saeng Stealth edging - In the never ending battle to increase the Cone of Silence around my helmet.  Initial indications are that it doesn't help all that much on the double-bubble....more as I put a few miles on it.

  18. Autocom Pro 7 Sport communications system.  Just purchased, not happy with the lack of interfaces to my (Nokia 3100) cell phone and Nady MRC-11 FRS radio, and the ear speakers don't fit well in my Shoei Z-II.  Currently, this is my worst bang for the buck purchase to date.

  19. Zaino Bros' Show Car Polish - well, just a purely cosmetic thing, really, but this stuff really sets up a nice shine on this already gorgeous machine.

Wish list:

  1. Decades of riding experience...!

  2. ScottOiler

  3. Auxiliary driving lights

  4. A GPS

Gear Jackets/pants | Footwear | Gloves | Misc [top]

My priorities are Safety and Comfort..

Jackets/Pants

For this purpose, I chose the Roadcrafter, since it's a tad easier to get on/off, and I thought it would fit better on a sporty-tourer bike than a Darien would.  If I start to tour more, I might get a Darien anyway, as it's designed for less leakage (at the expense of being slightly harder to don/doff) and will probably work fine in the slightly crouched position of a sport-tourer.

The following are hardly ever used or rejected:

Footwear

Gloves

Misc

Wish list:

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