I was shopping for a replacement for my '06 FJR. It's got a lot of miles on it, and it was time.
Started shopping. Craigslist, EBay, Dick's Bike World.
Found an ad for an '07 with just 4000 miles on it. New tires and battery.
No photos.
Called the guy. He called himself "Steve".
Told him I ONLY wanted an FJR. Any other bike would not do. FJRs are the only worthwhile motorbikes in the world.
He said we could meet in Medford and I could have a look.
He said it was an FJR XL.
Whatever.
Drove to Oregon with my brother.
Met Steve at a truck stop.
Looked over the bike.
"Geez, are you sure it's an FJR?" I ask.
"Yup. It's the XL type. A larger, faster, more luxurious version."
"Wow. I didn't think Yamaha had ever made such a machine."
"Well, ....they did. Are you here to argue, or to buy a bike?"
"Does it have a new or at least a newly-annealed crush washer on the oil drain plug?"
"Yes, of course!"
"Okay. ...I'll take it."
Snapped a quick photo.
My brother headed back south in the truck, and I aimed myself north to Grants Pass.
I turned onto the Redwood Highway (197) bound for Crescent City and the coast.
Nice to get back to California.
Stopped here and there, taking photos of the bike and the backdrop.
Initial riding impressions.
Handles much better than my old, "standard" FJR.
Much faster.
Quieter.
Wheelies better.
Rear shock replacement is less expensive.
Moving along.
Stopped to look at the trees on the way to Eureka.
Tree stump carved into a replica of the Niehart Castle in Woodinville.
Checked into my common man's digs at the KOA south of Arcata.
Enjoyed a gourmet turkey sandwich, wasabi ranch bean crisps, .... and 8 or 10 of these before turning in.
I love camping.
...Not really.
Up late the next morning. I'd dreamt I was getting old.
I rode the new Feej out past the Eureka Marina ...
Visited the old man.
I'm told Dr. Rich posed for the sculptor.
Had a quick, vegetarian breakfast here ...
Let me guess.
The new bike's got built-in nav, ...and ABS.
The nav sucks.
Jus' sayin'.
Anyhooz, I headed back north a bit, ...
Through Arcata again, and inland on 299.
299 is a very nice road, especially on a large motorcycle.
Through good ol' Willow Creek ...
...and along the river, heading east.
Killer weed.
Back to I-5 and south for the run home.
Stopped for gas and a break.
Hey! This thing has fold-down snack trays, too!
Well, it's been mostly fun, FJRForum.
Thank you.
Started shopping. Craigslist, EBay, Dick's Bike World.
Found an ad for an '07 with just 4000 miles on it. New tires and battery.
No photos.
Called the guy. He called himself "Steve".
Told him I ONLY wanted an FJR. Any other bike would not do. FJRs are the only worthwhile motorbikes in the world.
He said we could meet in Medford and I could have a look.
He said it was an FJR XL.
Whatever.
Drove to Oregon with my brother.
Met Steve at a truck stop.
Looked over the bike.
"Geez, are you sure it's an FJR?" I ask.
"Yup. It's the XL type. A larger, faster, more luxurious version."
"Wow. I didn't think Yamaha had ever made such a machine."
"Well, ....they did. Are you here to argue, or to buy a bike?"
"Does it have a new or at least a newly-annealed crush washer on the oil drain plug?"
"Yes, of course!"
"Okay. ...I'll take it."
Snapped a quick photo.
My brother headed back south in the truck, and I aimed myself north to Grants Pass.
I turned onto the Redwood Highway (197) bound for Crescent City and the coast.
Nice to get back to California.
Stopped here and there, taking photos of the bike and the backdrop.
Initial riding impressions.
Handles much better than my old, "standard" FJR.
Much faster.
Quieter.
Wheelies better.
Rear shock replacement is less expensive.
Moving along.
Stopped to look at the trees on the way to Eureka.
Tree stump carved into a replica of the Niehart Castle in Woodinville.
Checked into my common man's digs at the KOA south of Arcata.
Enjoyed a gourmet turkey sandwich, wasabi ranch bean crisps, .... and 8 or 10 of these before turning in.
I love camping.
...Not really.
Up late the next morning. I'd dreamt I was getting old.
I rode the new Feej out past the Eureka Marina ...
Visited the old man.
I'm told Dr. Rich posed for the sculptor.
Had a quick, vegetarian breakfast here ...
Let me guess.
The new bike's got built-in nav, ...and ABS.
The nav sucks.
Jus' sayin'.
Anyhooz, I headed back north a bit, ...
Through Arcata again, and inland on 299.
299 is a very nice road, especially on a large motorcycle.
Through good ol' Willow Creek ...
...and along the river, heading east.
Killer weed.
Back to I-5 and south for the run home.
Stopped for gas and a break.
Hey! This thing has fold-down snack trays, too!
Well, it's been mostly fun, FJRForum.
Thank you.
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