Hey!
An intro; in the 90's I rode a number of bikes, my first ever (after getting a licence) being a 1992 GSXR 1100.
So ... my experience on GSXRs might predate that of many folk here. (Might even predate folk!!)
OK, so ... yeah not the easiest bike to ride straight out of the riding test (we could go straight from 125cc to 'anything' in the UK here back then) but its owner (not even my bike) felt that with my aviation skills and general car driving skills, it was OK . and it was. Didn't fall off, didn't get into any trouble, and just took it easy .... to start with.
Anyway, I had a number of bikes myself a few years later and rode that GSXR 1100 a fair bit too.
Point being, I survived unscathed on a range of bike capacities from my KR1S to FJ1200, but as you can imagine jumping pretty much straight on to a GSXR as my first real bike experience was ..... sublime.
I mean, I could use words like scary, breath-taking, intense, stuff like that, but it wasn't quite like that, I sort of mentally prepared myself for what the technical difficulties of riding a heavy powerful big bike would be.
But I recall the experience a lot more than 'just a big bike'. I mean, I 'lost' myself in the bike, I connected with it. somehow. There was something 'else' I experienced. I can't say I really got much of 'that' with the FJ12, but I did on the KR1S too.
I wouldn't go so far as to say a 'religious' experience, but definitely 'zen', if that makes sense, to some of you at least.
I know (well, looks that way on youtube, right?) that a lot of guys hoon around and treat bikes as big toys to go fast on. I'm not going to knock them for it, nor trying to make out that my experience is somehow better than others. But, actually, going 'fast' isn't the thing for me. I mean, OK, so I ended up going fast, but that is a secondary consequence. For me it's about creating an interaction between me, the bike and the road. There is some sort of 'art' in getting the power down in just the right way, on just the intended curve that you plot out in your mind on the road ahead.
Well .. that's how I recall it ... 30 years ago ... and from a number of conversations that have prompted me to think over that experience again, I have decided to see what the experience will be like if I do that over again.
So I have acquired a rather neglected 750 L0 that I have been fixing up the last 2 weeks (there is a story to share later about that). Not even had a chance to ride it yet because it wouldn't even start when I got it.
Well, I have now stripped the front end down and washed all the grime from that end of the bike and out of the intake ducts (still thick with grease at the other), fixed the issues (was showing fault codes), replaced all the brakes, service stuff of course, quite a few other things just 'bad' from neglect, sad really. It now starts and runs nice but is quite tappety at the top end. I am hoping and trusting that a dose of valve adjustment (and I'll throw in a replacement cam chain and manual tensioner too) will cure that, praying it's not suffering top end bearings or something baaad.
It's fit and ready to be ridden on the road as of this afternoon, and I will get it MoT'd (UK's required annual road test) on Monday. It'll need a bit of riding to make sure the dirt has burned off the intake valves (and with the help of some fuel conditioner), before I attempt a valve adjustment.
So you find me on the brink of a 'moment' ... still not ridden it .... will I experience that zen-like engagement with a bike again, or .... meh ... I'm just an old man misremembering his younger days, and foolish for doing this again.
I really don't know.
I have, at least right at this moment, this sense of sweet anticipation. It might all fall flat on Monday after the first ride (hopefully not literally, and at least not a breakdown/failed MoT, but who knows), or it might be totally golden and I revive some special experiences and come back full of beans from the ride.
I wonder ... strange emotions TBH. I mean, what I recall is a memory of a sensation 30 years ago, and yet the feeling of it is still there, as if yesterday ......
I was debating not posting this until after the first few rides, who knows might hate it and sell the bike immediately. But seems more 'real' if I share the experience, going from 'before' to 'after'.
Pretty sure I am either a crazy old coot, or cool middle-aged dude for doing this. Not sure there is an in-between for me. We'll find out in the next day or so!
Thanks for having me here!
An intro; in the 90's I rode a number of bikes, my first ever (after getting a licence) being a 1992 GSXR 1100.
So ... my experience on GSXRs might predate that of many folk here. (Might even predate folk!!)
OK, so ... yeah not the easiest bike to ride straight out of the riding test (we could go straight from 125cc to 'anything' in the UK here back then) but its owner (not even my bike) felt that with my aviation skills and general car driving skills, it was OK . and it was. Didn't fall off, didn't get into any trouble, and just took it easy .... to start with.
Anyway, I had a number of bikes myself a few years later and rode that GSXR 1100 a fair bit too.
Point being, I survived unscathed on a range of bike capacities from my KR1S to FJ1200, but as you can imagine jumping pretty much straight on to a GSXR as my first real bike experience was ..... sublime.
I mean, I could use words like scary, breath-taking, intense, stuff like that, but it wasn't quite like that, I sort of mentally prepared myself for what the technical difficulties of riding a heavy powerful big bike would be.
But I recall the experience a lot more than 'just a big bike'. I mean, I 'lost' myself in the bike, I connected with it. somehow. There was something 'else' I experienced. I can't say I really got much of 'that' with the FJ12, but I did on the KR1S too.
I wouldn't go so far as to say a 'religious' experience, but definitely 'zen', if that makes sense, to some of you at least.
I know (well, looks that way on youtube, right?) that a lot of guys hoon around and treat bikes as big toys to go fast on. I'm not going to knock them for it, nor trying to make out that my experience is somehow better than others. But, actually, going 'fast' isn't the thing for me. I mean, OK, so I ended up going fast, but that is a secondary consequence. For me it's about creating an interaction between me, the bike and the road. There is some sort of 'art' in getting the power down in just the right way, on just the intended curve that you plot out in your mind on the road ahead.
Well .. that's how I recall it ... 30 years ago ... and from a number of conversations that have prompted me to think over that experience again, I have decided to see what the experience will be like if I do that over again.
So I have acquired a rather neglected 750 L0 that I have been fixing up the last 2 weeks (there is a story to share later about that). Not even had a chance to ride it yet because it wouldn't even start when I got it.
Well, I have now stripped the front end down and washed all the grime from that end of the bike and out of the intake ducts (still thick with grease at the other), fixed the issues (was showing fault codes), replaced all the brakes, service stuff of course, quite a few other things just 'bad' from neglect, sad really. It now starts and runs nice but is quite tappety at the top end. I am hoping and trusting that a dose of valve adjustment (and I'll throw in a replacement cam chain and manual tensioner too) will cure that, praying it's not suffering top end bearings or something baaad.
It's fit and ready to be ridden on the road as of this afternoon, and I will get it MoT'd (UK's required annual road test) on Monday. It'll need a bit of riding to make sure the dirt has burned off the intake valves (and with the help of some fuel conditioner), before I attempt a valve adjustment.
So you find me on the brink of a 'moment' ... still not ridden it .... will I experience that zen-like engagement with a bike again, or .... meh ... I'm just an old man misremembering his younger days, and foolish for doing this again.
I really don't know.
I have, at least right at this moment, this sense of sweet anticipation. It might all fall flat on Monday after the first ride (hopefully not literally, and at least not a breakdown/failed MoT, but who knows), or it might be totally golden and I revive some special experiences and come back full of beans from the ride.
I wonder ... strange emotions TBH. I mean, what I recall is a memory of a sensation 30 years ago, and yet the feeling of it is still there, as if yesterday ......
I was debating not posting this until after the first few rides, who knows might hate it and sell the bike immediately. But seems more 'real' if I share the experience, going from 'before' to 'after'.
Pretty sure I am either a crazy old coot, or cool middle-aged dude for doing this. Not sure there is an in-between for me. We'll find out in the next day or so!
Thanks for having me here!