short: we have a bike. I rode it. It's mostly Sandy's. The next post will be image-heavy, and this is all text.
Sandy recently spent about the sum total of the cash she works so fucking hard (and god, she works
hard! All you assholes who want iPhones – she's the one you're bitching about its stupid color or font or whatever. I wish you'd all die so I can have a happy wife) for on a 2001 Ninja 250R. It seems like a small bike, but it's our first bike (I've never ridden either), and when our good friend Colin brough it home for us (from Hagerstown to Arlington – 79 miles, including interstates 270 and the dreaded 495 as well as the George Washington Parkway, he at one point had the thing up to 85 (Maryland is a weird place where people are
really aggressive drivers, and drive
really fast, especially on 270), and while "the wind is its master" at that speed, the bike was capable of it. It should be quite sufficient for puttering around Arlington on surface streets (I rarely get above 55 around town, and rarely above 65 on the freeway – although there are of course the occasional jaunts into
way triple-digits).
When I failed my MSF course (Sandy and I took it at
Apex), it was the dreaded figure-eight. For the uninitiated, this is turning a figure-eight in an eight-by-eight foot box (although I think Apex uses eight-by-sixteen). The problem is that motorcycles are pretty bad at speeds below 10mph, because they don't have all that force keeping them up. So there's a delicate balance between leaning and steering, and I just wasn't ready.
I won't say I conquered it today, but I will say that I managed several slow-speed turns (forty eight; twenty-four in each direction of a square parking lot, times six laps) and only once did I feel a little iffy, and I didn't have to put a foot down (which is safe at low speed, but looks like you're a rookie, and will fail your drive test). I learned how to do this, interestingly, on an MSF
dirtbike course DVD we rented from netflix (although, curiously, I can't find it there...). What the instructor, Jun Villegas, told the "new riders" (actors) was going around a dirt turn, feather the clutch a little. You gotta lean in, and (real importantly) look where you want to be,
not where you're going, and if you stay on the throttle it's going to want to fold up on you or high-side you. Maybe in more advanced riding, when they have better bike dynamics and so on, they can power right through turns dragging knees. But for me, feather the clutch a little, keep a constant speed (although keep that constant speed with light application of the rear brake), and throttle out of the turn (also taught in the dirtbike course).
This may be because I learned to drive in dirt pits, but I doubt it. I think the Apex instructors, while dedicated, had too little time, and too many students to pay particular attention to students with problems (like my slow-speed-turns thing).
The bike is also really touchy in first gear. As careful as I was with the throttle (and, as a newbie, I'm of course pretty ham-fisted; gawd I'm glad we didn't get a gixxer), the bike was always in fits-and-starts, and felt downright unstable. Always weight transferring front to back, back to front, and so on. I learned
very quickly that shifting up into third was about the right way to do it in the parking lot, which is kind of surprising given it was mostly 10mph (although I'm not ashamed to admit I had it up to 30 once, mostly to test the brakes, but also to test the oomph of the 250; it is more than enough). The engine was just a lot smoother. Feather the clutch when necessary (this, for you slushbox drivers, is
way different than how you drive a car), easy on the throttle, two (or one) finger on the brake, same with the clutch, and don't be afraid to use the rear brake.
The bike didn't get too hot for me, but Colin complained on the freeway the engine got a bit hot and the cans got real hot. With appropriate leathers, I think we'll be okay. But speaking of leathers, even though I took the weather liner out of my mesh Joe Rocket jacket (it's basically a vinyl liner that prevents it from getting wet, but is otherwise a nylon mesh with internal armor, so air can flow through to the cyclist), it was
hot. This may because of the low speed and the 83° F temperature in the garage, so I'm hoping that out on the road, the "leathers" (nylons, really) will do the trick. I had my visor up, and the helmet didn't get so bad, but hair got real wet and I think I'd have to have grooming supplies at the office.
Performance deserves its own description. First is pretty short, as I said, and it makes the bike kinda touchy. Second is better, and it may make better sense to just keep a finger on the clutch and start in two for the most part. It's approximately as fast as the STI, really. The STI is a real beast and has no less than ten times the displacement (and a turbo!!). But for the most part, in this garage, I keep in first and hover around 3,000 rpm (at which speed, the STI is explosive – that's when it comes on boost), mostly because I'm lazy, but also because it kind of lugs in second and third. For comparison, the bike pulls in third fast enough to scare me (sort of like the STI in first at 3,000). I don't know how tall the Ninja's third is, but my guess is it's more than enough to get to freeway speeds. For those who have been reading this for a while, what I've really wanted is
a car that scares me. The bike may be the solution until I can make the Z the beast it deserves to be.
We have been waiting a
really long time to get here (about a year and a half now), and I think that we're both adult enough to handle the responsibility now, would enjoy this new hobby, and it makes perfect sense with the petrol situation. And, since I was a teenager, bikes (and gear) have gotten a
lot safer. Back then, (and even as recently as, say, twenty) bikes were "forbidden fruit." I'd have died on a CBR600RR or something. I once hit 177 in the Z, imagine the evil things I could do with a bike.
The bottom line: I'm good with mechanicals, and I understand the mechanics of the bike well. It still scares me; I worry constantly I'll drop it because I will do something stupid. I think when I worry less and focus more on riding, I'll be a better rider. And, really, I love it. It's a blast to ride. This is gonna be a fun summer. I can tell we're going to argue over who "has" to ride to work.
And yes, I'll get a picture of the bike up soon, with Sandy in her pink leathers. She's just so fucking cute, I want to ride with her with a sticker on my helmet with an arrow that says "I'm with the hot chick on that bike."