That's because it's Hollow Weenie. :)
Har-har-har.
I didn't sleep too soundly last night, so I feel a bit tired.
While that's too bad, I still plan on going for another Pachaug ride later today.
The weather outside feel pretty nice for the last day of October, so it would be a shame to miss it.
One project I should do before that is to change the coolant in my ol' clammy Ranger.
I've put that off long enough, and I should git 'er done once and for all (until next time).
I already have plenty off new coolant waiting on the counter, as well as a new air filter, so, it looks like I'll be playing Ford mechanic for a half-hour or so.
Not my favorite thing to do, but, since it's my only automobile, I gots to do it.
In fact, the only other set of wheels I have right now is my WR-250FY, and I'd hate to have to use that to get around, wearing the knobby tires out in short order.
I'll probably add to this post later today, after all of the excitement has played-out.
Edit:
I'm cheating a bit by adding to this post at 12:04am, so it's actually Monday morning right now.
Oooooooh, don't report me to the blog police, OK?
Today's (or, actually yesterday's) rock pile ride was shorter than yesterdays.
About half as long, basically, with 31.8 miles on the odometer.
Since I felt tired from lack of sleep, I took the shorter loop I'd been riding most of the year, and I left a couple short sections out that I usually take on top of that.
Still, even though I lacked good concentration, I had no bad incidents and still pulled-off some decent maneuvers while on the bike, so, it was a worthwhile ride.
I did see a few people, as yesterday, including a couple of girls on horseback.
As I stopped to let them go past, I asked them what the heck proper action is for the motorcycle rider (me) when he meets a couple of horse dykes (them).
OK.
I didn't say dykes, but you get the idea.
They said to basically do what I did:
Come to a stop and shut the engine off.
We chatted for a minute on the subject, and then, they were off.
Nice dykes.
I just got up from a nap on the couch, and I should hit the sack for real.
-John
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Saturday, October 30, 2010
178: Today's Rock Pile Ride Was Great
Before I left for today's ride, I slid the fork tubes up in the clamps about one-half millimeter.
If you are an astute reader of my little blog (and I hope you are), you know that I messed around with the fork tube height a bit in an effort to compensate for my Phase 4 forks that were a millimeter or two shorter in length.
Well, for the last couple of rides, the fork tube height started to feel a bit to low, which makes the front of the bike feel high.
So, I slid the tubes up a teeny-tiny bit, and combined with my fork bleeders allowing me to bleed-off and air pressure build-up before I hit the trail, the front of the bike felt very good, indeed.
Not only did the front ride height feel better and without the too-high feeling it had last ride, but the front fork felt better at absorbing the bumps.
As for my inch narrower handlebar, that felt good right from the start.
I guess the stock width would feel better on a guy an inch wider than me.
All-in-all, the setup I used on my WR-250FY firebreather felt mighty fine.
Win-win all around.
Now, THAT'S my kind of good karma or how I get my chakras off.
Take that, Shirley MacLaine!
I guess I'm just an overly-sensitive ol' motorcycle rider, but, I'm telling you that the difference was definitely noticeable, and for the better, as well. :)
As for the enjoyment of the ride, it was another good one.
No crashes or close calls - just good control of the bike by the rider:
Me.
I did 58 miles, and part of that was that neat-o pine forest whoop section that I like.
I saw several hikers (a couple with big backpacks as if they were crossing the continent), several horse riders (don't know whether or not they were dykes), a few couples walking ol' Rover the dog, one guy hunting who was wearing an orange vest and standing on the edge of the trail with his shootin' iron, and one guy on a Suzuki DR-650ES dual-purpose bike.
The guy on the DR looked familiar and I waved as he passed by me at the very start of the trail.
I plan on going for another one tomorrow, so here's hoping for yet another good one on Halloween. :)
Now, it's time for din-dins.
-John
If you are an astute reader of my little blog (and I hope you are), you know that I messed around with the fork tube height a bit in an effort to compensate for my Phase 4 forks that were a millimeter or two shorter in length.
Well, for the last couple of rides, the fork tube height started to feel a bit to low, which makes the front of the bike feel high.
So, I slid the tubes up a teeny-tiny bit, and combined with my fork bleeders allowing me to bleed-off and air pressure build-up before I hit the trail, the front of the bike felt very good, indeed.
Not only did the front ride height feel better and without the too-high feeling it had last ride, but the front fork felt better at absorbing the bumps.
As for my inch narrower handlebar, that felt good right from the start.
I guess the stock width would feel better on a guy an inch wider than me.
All-in-all, the setup I used on my WR-250FY firebreather felt mighty fine.
Win-win all around.
Now, THAT'S my kind of good karma or how I get my chakras off.
Take that, Shirley MacLaine!
I guess I'm just an overly-sensitive ol' motorcycle rider, but, I'm telling you that the difference was definitely noticeable, and for the better, as well. :)
As for the enjoyment of the ride, it was another good one.
No crashes or close calls - just good control of the bike by the rider:
Me.
I did 58 miles, and part of that was that neat-o pine forest whoop section that I like.
I saw several hikers (a couple with big backpacks as if they were crossing the continent), several horse riders (don't know whether or not they were dykes), a few couples walking ol' Rover the dog, one guy hunting who was wearing an orange vest and standing on the edge of the trail with his shootin' iron, and one guy on a Suzuki DR-650ES dual-purpose bike.
The guy on the DR looked familiar and I waved as he passed by me at the very start of the trail.
I plan on going for another one tomorrow, so here's hoping for yet another good one on Halloween. :)
Now, it's time for din-dins.
-John
Friday, October 29, 2010
177 Leaves on the Porch
Well, I think I'm just about used to the fact that we're well past warm weather being the norm and just about at the half-way point of the fall season.
Sure, we can have a spat of Indian summer like we did for the past few days, but, don't count on it everyday until May gets back here.
It'll be nice when it does.
I also remember having some very warm days this past March, which now seem like they were years ago.
My, how quickly time can pass when your back is turned.
That ol' Father Time.
He's a sneaky guy. :)
At least the weather we're having now is good for riding a dirt bike.
It's warm enough so you don't start shivering as soon as you step out of the house, and when you're on the bike and getting a physical workout, it feels downright comfy.
Bring a jacket, and you'll be fine.
I imagine that when the weather gets into mid-winter and it regularly goes below freezing at night and ice forms on the ponds around here, I'll mount-up my tires with the ice screws in them and do some riding on the ice as I did last winter.
That can be fun, but, in all honesty, it's a poor replacement for riding a dirt bike on dirt (or 95% rock and 5% dirt if you're out in the rock pile).
Things feel a bit fake and artificial since the ice is relatively smooth and flat, and you just don't get the same feeling while out there doing it.
This is, after all, why we partake in physical activities that we enjoy, ain't it?
Isn't it to yet again experience feelings that you find enjoyable?
It is to me, anyway.
I want to either laugh or puke (depending on my mood) when somebody starts rambling about how they ride a motorcycle for boring reasons like (supposed) fuel economy (and if they are getting some crazy fuel mileage on their bike, they're riding like a wimp and not even opening that throttle - disgraceful, really) or having "the wind in my face", or being able to get a better view of all the pretty fall foliage.
I don't know about you, but those are definitely NOT the reasons I took-up motorcycling.
Not by a long shot.
Nope.
Thinking about doing those things makes me have a very bored and actually mildly disgusting feeling come over me.
To me, it's always been about putting the bike through it's paces in a manner like you see in a dirt bike magazine with a nice roost coming off the rear tire, front wheel in the air, and little rocks and stones flinging about as the engine makes a nice sound.
This is what it's all about, and at the end of a ride where I feel like I did a good job of it, I feel like I'm on the top of the world.
I've found nothing better.
Last night after jerk, I installed a little device onto the caps of my Phase 4 forks called fork bleeders.
Basically, since there is air held inside of each fork leg, and the fork leg will heat up and cool down depending on weather conditions and even how much the fork warms-up from normal use, the air inside the fork can become pressurized.
The current theory of dirt bike front fork action says that zero air pressure (when the front wheel is off the ground and the front fork is not being compressed) gives the best results.
Since it is normal for the fork's air to pressurize on a daily basis (and this will make the fork less able to absorb sudden bumps as well), installing these little bleeders lets you bleed-off pressure build-up by merely pushing a little button instead of using a screwdriver and turning a little bleed screw all the way out to release the air.
Now, I can do this in an instant mere seconds before I leave the truck and head for the trail.
I've used them 20 years ago when I first saw them, and I believe it's time I used them again since I do release the air pressure so often.
Off to jerk,
-John
Sure, we can have a spat of Indian summer like we did for the past few days, but, don't count on it everyday until May gets back here.
It'll be nice when it does.
I also remember having some very warm days this past March, which now seem like they were years ago.
My, how quickly time can pass when your back is turned.
That ol' Father Time.
He's a sneaky guy. :)
At least the weather we're having now is good for riding a dirt bike.
It's warm enough so you don't start shivering as soon as you step out of the house, and when you're on the bike and getting a physical workout, it feels downright comfy.
Bring a jacket, and you'll be fine.
I imagine that when the weather gets into mid-winter and it regularly goes below freezing at night and ice forms on the ponds around here, I'll mount-up my tires with the ice screws in them and do some riding on the ice as I did last winter.
That can be fun, but, in all honesty, it's a poor replacement for riding a dirt bike on dirt (or 95% rock and 5% dirt if you're out in the rock pile).
Things feel a bit fake and artificial since the ice is relatively smooth and flat, and you just don't get the same feeling while out there doing it.
This is, after all, why we partake in physical activities that we enjoy, ain't it?
Isn't it to yet again experience feelings that you find enjoyable?
It is to me, anyway.
I want to either laugh or puke (depending on my mood) when somebody starts rambling about how they ride a motorcycle for boring reasons like (supposed) fuel economy (and if they are getting some crazy fuel mileage on their bike, they're riding like a wimp and not even opening that throttle - disgraceful, really) or having "the wind in my face", or being able to get a better view of all the pretty fall foliage.
I don't know about you, but those are definitely NOT the reasons I took-up motorcycling.
Not by a long shot.
Nope.
Thinking about doing those things makes me have a very bored and actually mildly disgusting feeling come over me.
To me, it's always been about putting the bike through it's paces in a manner like you see in a dirt bike magazine with a nice roost coming off the rear tire, front wheel in the air, and little rocks and stones flinging about as the engine makes a nice sound.
This is what it's all about, and at the end of a ride where I feel like I did a good job of it, I feel like I'm on the top of the world.
I've found nothing better.
Last night after jerk, I installed a little device onto the caps of my Phase 4 forks called fork bleeders.
Basically, since there is air held inside of each fork leg, and the fork leg will heat up and cool down depending on weather conditions and even how much the fork warms-up from normal use, the air inside the fork can become pressurized.
The current theory of dirt bike front fork action says that zero air pressure (when the front wheel is off the ground and the front fork is not being compressed) gives the best results.
Since it is normal for the fork's air to pressurize on a daily basis (and this will make the fork less able to absorb sudden bumps as well), installing these little bleeders lets you bleed-off pressure build-up by merely pushing a little button instead of using a screwdriver and turning a little bleed screw all the way out to release the air.
Now, I can do this in an instant mere seconds before I leave the truck and head for the trail.
I've used them 20 years ago when I first saw them, and I believe it's time I used them again since I do release the air pressure so often.
Off to jerk,
-John
Thursday, October 28, 2010
I Just Picked Up 176 Sticks
I decided to go over to the garage for some firebreather tweakin' before I posted this morning.
I wonder if I'll be able to handle the radical change in my lifestyle. :)
What I did was shorten the handlebar width one inch in total by cutting 12 millimeters off each end.
This is one of the time-honoured methods of tailoring the bike's controls to suit you, and the handlebar certainly is one of the controls.
It always seemed a little bit wider than ideal for me, so, now we'll see how this feels once out on the rock pile.
At the same time, I put on a new pair of grips (grips!) from some Italian company which I can't remember the name of at the moment.
It starts with the letter A, and has a pic of Stefan Everts on the package.
I hope you know who Stefan Everts is, Bucky.
These grips are some of the smaller-in-diameter ones out there, which I like in a pair of grips, so we'll see how I get along with them.
They're smooth with very fine ribbing over the surface, and have a bit of a bump running lengthwise at the top side.
I'll report back after the shakedown ride with them this weekend.
Off to jerk,
-John
I wonder if I'll be able to handle the radical change in my lifestyle. :)
What I did was shorten the handlebar width one inch in total by cutting 12 millimeters off each end.
This is one of the time-honoured methods of tailoring the bike's controls to suit you, and the handlebar certainly is one of the controls.
It always seemed a little bit wider than ideal for me, so, now we'll see how this feels once out on the rock pile.
At the same time, I put on a new pair of grips (grips!) from some Italian company which I can't remember the name of at the moment.
It starts with the letter A, and has a pic of Stefan Everts on the package.
I hope you know who Stefan Everts is, Bucky.
These grips are some of the smaller-in-diameter ones out there, which I like in a pair of grips, so we'll see how I get along with them.
They're smooth with very fine ribbing over the surface, and have a bit of a bump running lengthwise at the top side.
I'll report back after the shakedown ride with them this weekend.
Off to jerk,
-John
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
What Ever Happened to the Ozone Hole?
If you were around 25 years ago, you know about the supposed hole in the ozone layer of the Earth's atmosphere and how people were supposedly making it bigger and bigger by surviving.
Just as today we're blamed for global warming (which has recently and quietly been superseded by climate change), back then, we were all blamed for making some supposed hole in the ozone layer bigger and bigger.
This was supposedly done by emissions of products like aerosol cans and freon inside of your air conditioner and refrigerator.
Then, one day, we all noticed that the media wasn't chirping about this supposed ozone hole anymore, but had been told to move on to a new pet project threat to mankind's well being - global warming.
Just as the supposed ozone hole was gonna' get ya', global warming was gonna' get ya'.
Now, the latest boogey man in the closet is climate change.
I, for one, would like to know exactly what wealthy mouthpieces like Al Gore are doing to supposedly correct this supposed problem of climate change, other than traveling around the world in his private jet and private cars and holding conferences where he spreads this lie as if it were gospel truth put down my God, himself.
You know what I believe he's doing about it?
Nothing.
Nothing because there is no problem to correct.
What he's actually been given to do is to spread the lie around and brainwash lots of people about it.
I do not believe for one second that his plush and high-dollar lifestyle has gone down one tiny bit because of any supposed environmental disaster waiting on the hazy horizon.
Now, just where do you think he gets his money from?
Do you think he prints it himself?
Could he get it from some big foundation or corporation?
Tax money?
I'll bet a million that it has to do with big business at it's core, the same big businesses that demolish mountains to get the minerals out of the ground and sink drill bits down underground to suck the crude oil out.
These supposedly charitable foundations like the Ford Foundation and The Rockefeller Foundation and Carnegie.
Where did they get their dough from?
Do they have their own mint in their back yards to print their own 1,000-dollar bills?
Or, was it from making things in big factories around the world, drilling for oil any place they could get to, and forging steel in big mills?
I bet they all had a huuuuuuuuge interest in protecting the supposed fragile environment while they belched smoke, drilled through the ground, choked on fumes, and had guys with machine guns mow down people protesting against them.
Were you taught that one as the credits for Sesame Street scroll down the screen while Elmo waved goodbye until next time?
It is all just a necessary evil, I suppose, huh?
But, yet, I'm a bad guy for riding my dirt bike out in the middle of the woods and I'm certainly killing the planet with what comes out of my exhause pipe.
I would like to have Al Gore put his lips on my exhaust pipe.
I'm heading on over to the garage to change the rear tire on my WR-250FY.
-John
Just as today we're blamed for global warming (which has recently and quietly been superseded by climate change), back then, we were all blamed for making some supposed hole in the ozone layer bigger and bigger.
This was supposedly done by emissions of products like aerosol cans and freon inside of your air conditioner and refrigerator.
Then, one day, we all noticed that the media wasn't chirping about this supposed ozone hole anymore, but had been told to move on to a new pet project threat to mankind's well being - global warming.
Just as the supposed ozone hole was gonna' get ya', global warming was gonna' get ya'.
Now, the latest boogey man in the closet is climate change.
I, for one, would like to know exactly what wealthy mouthpieces like Al Gore are doing to supposedly correct this supposed problem of climate change, other than traveling around the world in his private jet and private cars and holding conferences where he spreads this lie as if it were gospel truth put down my God, himself.
You know what I believe he's doing about it?
Nothing.
Nothing because there is no problem to correct.
What he's actually been given to do is to spread the lie around and brainwash lots of people about it.
I do not believe for one second that his plush and high-dollar lifestyle has gone down one tiny bit because of any supposed environmental disaster waiting on the hazy horizon.
Now, just where do you think he gets his money from?
Do you think he prints it himself?
Could he get it from some big foundation or corporation?
Tax money?
I'll bet a million that it has to do with big business at it's core, the same big businesses that demolish mountains to get the minerals out of the ground and sink drill bits down underground to suck the crude oil out.
These supposedly charitable foundations like the Ford Foundation and The Rockefeller Foundation and Carnegie.
Where did they get their dough from?
Do they have their own mint in their back yards to print their own 1,000-dollar bills?
Or, was it from making things in big factories around the world, drilling for oil any place they could get to, and forging steel in big mills?
I bet they all had a huuuuuuuuge interest in protecting the supposed fragile environment while they belched smoke, drilled through the ground, choked on fumes, and had guys with machine guns mow down people protesting against them.
Were you taught that one as the credits for Sesame Street scroll down the screen while Elmo waved goodbye until next time?
It is all just a necessary evil, I suppose, huh?
But, yet, I'm a bad guy for riding my dirt bike out in the middle of the woods and I'm certainly killing the planet with what comes out of my exhause pipe.
I would like to have Al Gore put his lips on my exhaust pipe.
I'm heading on over to the garage to change the rear tire on my WR-250FY.
-John
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Don't Forget to Post
I actually forget to post an entry into my bloggy spot this morning.
So, I'm doing it while here at jerk while taking a little lunchy-poo break.
Hope I'm not getting old or coming down with Alzheimer's.
Or both at the same time.
Now, that would be a drag, wouldn't it? :)
I changed the earl (old-timer's way of saying oil) and oil filter and serviced the air filter on my WR-250FY firebreather last night after jerk.
I still plan on changing the rear tire before the weekend, too.
That's all for now because I have a nice, tasty sandwich staring at me. :)
-John
So, I'm doing it while here at jerk while taking a little lunchy-poo break.
Hope I'm not getting old or coming down with Alzheimer's.
Or both at the same time.
Now, that would be a drag, wouldn't it? :)
I changed the earl (old-timer's way of saying oil) and oil filter and serviced the air filter on my WR-250FY firebreather last night after jerk.
I still plan on changing the rear tire before the weekend, too.
That's all for now because I have a nice, tasty sandwich staring at me. :)
-John
Monday, October 25, 2010
173: Off to Jerk for Me
Well, I will do this bloggy post first, though. :)
I'm still feeling pretty stoked about the good ride I had yesterday.
It was quite a refreshing and much-welcomed change when I decided to do a couple runs through that neat-o pine forest section with the whoops.
That reminded me a lot of how my riding spots were back in the good ol' days, days when I could roll up to any one of half a dozen places, get my new YZ-250 out of my truck, and ride to my heart's content.
Those Phase 4 forks took the big whoops very well, and with the "aggressive woods" valving spec. that is in them, the bigger the bumps, the better they work.
I do wonder if I'd be better off with the "woods" specification, which would probably trade some big bump capability for better small bump absorption.
The way the fork performs over small bumps is still better than the stock fork, but I'm always looking for better, still, and if the parts are available to me to make it better, I just might do it.
One thing that I am very satisfied with is the performance of the rear suspension.
All I've had to do is adjust the spring preload in order for me to achieve the usual 4 inches of "sag" (the distance my body weight compresses the rear suspension) and fine tune the damping clickers to suit me.
I'm still amazed on practically every ride how well the rear performs - it is downright excellent.
I have no desire to modify or change a thing as far as how it works goes.
In fact, the only work I ever do or plan on doing is the required routine maintenance in order to keep it performing as it does.
This is, by the way, exactly what maintenance is:
Maintaining the performance.
You know, it seems to me that a lot of riders don't really understand (or, at least act like they don't understand) what maintenance on a motorcycle is all about.
If you ride, ride, ride without ever lifting a wrench and then realize you need to take your bike apart to replace all of the rear suspension bearings and related collars, spacers, and oil seals, well, guess what?
By that time, you're not going in there to maintain it.
You're going in there to make repairs, Bucky.
You see, you take the bike apart at specified intervals so that you can apply more fresh grease to those critical and high-precision parts, not wait until they're worn out because you didn't maintain the high level of precision the parts once had.
See?
That's what is meant by maintenance.
You are supposed to do what is required to maintain a high level of performance, not do nothing and let things degrade.
I know guys who fancy themselves as skilled dirt bike mechanics, and they will take the ride-it-until-it-wears-out route every time.
Yet, they will be ridiculously fanatical about another area of dirt bike performance that isn't as critical.
For example, I know a guy who is fanatical about having the proper-sized main jet in his bike for the current weather conditions.
On the other hand, this same guy treats the task of air filter maintenance as if it were something that you can do once a year.
To me, this is so ironic and backwards, it's like claiming you're an avid fitness fanatic and go running every morning, yet come lunch time, you fill-up on Big Macs and Twinkies and wash it down with soda pop until you're ready to barf.
Every day.
This basically removes much of his clout as being a whizz-bang motorcycle technical guru in my book.
Names shall be withheld to protect the guilty. :)
On another funny note (C sharp, maybe? :) ), I wrote a response on a message board where a guy was complaining that his brandy-new Yamaha WR-250X is a dog, and that he's basically sorry he bought it.
The WR-250X, by the way, is the street version of the WR-250R dual-purpose bike I had up until last month.
I wrote back a detailed post about how he needs to spend some dough on uncorking the bike from the ridiculous EPA regulations that bikes suffer from these green agenda days.
I told him exactly what guys are doing to cure this, so now we'll see what he thinks about this information.
If he's got a head on his shoulders, he'll do it and enjoy the strongest-performing 250cc street bike Yamaha ever sold in the USA.
If he's an unrealistic whiner, he'll bitch, piss, and moan and sell the bike.
We'll see. :)
Off to jerk,
-John
I'm still feeling pretty stoked about the good ride I had yesterday.
It was quite a refreshing and much-welcomed change when I decided to do a couple runs through that neat-o pine forest section with the whoops.
That reminded me a lot of how my riding spots were back in the good ol' days, days when I could roll up to any one of half a dozen places, get my new YZ-250 out of my truck, and ride to my heart's content.
Those Phase 4 forks took the big whoops very well, and with the "aggressive woods" valving spec. that is in them, the bigger the bumps, the better they work.
I do wonder if I'd be better off with the "woods" specification, which would probably trade some big bump capability for better small bump absorption.
The way the fork performs over small bumps is still better than the stock fork, but I'm always looking for better, still, and if the parts are available to me to make it better, I just might do it.
One thing that I am very satisfied with is the performance of the rear suspension.
All I've had to do is adjust the spring preload in order for me to achieve the usual 4 inches of "sag" (the distance my body weight compresses the rear suspension) and fine tune the damping clickers to suit me.
I'm still amazed on practically every ride how well the rear performs - it is downright excellent.
I have no desire to modify or change a thing as far as how it works goes.
In fact, the only work I ever do or plan on doing is the required routine maintenance in order to keep it performing as it does.
This is, by the way, exactly what maintenance is:
Maintaining the performance.
You know, it seems to me that a lot of riders don't really understand (or, at least act like they don't understand) what maintenance on a motorcycle is all about.
If you ride, ride, ride without ever lifting a wrench and then realize you need to take your bike apart to replace all of the rear suspension bearings and related collars, spacers, and oil seals, well, guess what?
By that time, you're not going in there to maintain it.
You're going in there to make repairs, Bucky.
You see, you take the bike apart at specified intervals so that you can apply more fresh grease to those critical and high-precision parts, not wait until they're worn out because you didn't maintain the high level of precision the parts once had.
See?
That's what is meant by maintenance.
You are supposed to do what is required to maintain a high level of performance, not do nothing and let things degrade.
I know guys who fancy themselves as skilled dirt bike mechanics, and they will take the ride-it-until-it-wears-out route every time.
Yet, they will be ridiculously fanatical about another area of dirt bike performance that isn't as critical.
For example, I know a guy who is fanatical about having the proper-sized main jet in his bike for the current weather conditions.
On the other hand, this same guy treats the task of air filter maintenance as if it were something that you can do once a year.
To me, this is so ironic and backwards, it's like claiming you're an avid fitness fanatic and go running every morning, yet come lunch time, you fill-up on Big Macs and Twinkies and wash it down with soda pop until you're ready to barf.
Every day.
This basically removes much of his clout as being a whizz-bang motorcycle technical guru in my book.
Names shall be withheld to protect the guilty. :)
On another funny note (C sharp, maybe? :) ), I wrote a response on a message board where a guy was complaining that his brandy-new Yamaha WR-250X is a dog, and that he's basically sorry he bought it.
The WR-250X, by the way, is the street version of the WR-250R dual-purpose bike I had up until last month.
I wrote back a detailed post about how he needs to spend some dough on uncorking the bike from the ridiculous EPA regulations that bikes suffer from these green agenda days.
I told him exactly what guys are doing to cure this, so now we'll see what he thinks about this information.
If he's got a head on his shoulders, he'll do it and enjoy the strongest-performing 250cc street bike Yamaha ever sold in the USA.
If he's an unrealistic whiner, he'll bitch, piss, and moan and sell the bike.
We'll see. :)
Off to jerk,
-John
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