Redfish Hunter
Gone Fishing
Friday I went to the Yamaha Demo Day at Friendly Yamaha. I was so overwhelmed by the awesome goodness of the 2014 ES that I called my friend hppants to tell him about it. Since 'pants rides better/faster/more aggressively than I do, I was sure he would be better suited to evaluate the electronic suspension. He took the bait and we agreed to meet at the dealership.
We saw this:
Unfortunately we also had to see this:
While hppants rode the '14 ES, I rode this:
Can you say fun? The FZ09 is pure fun, the most fun motorcycle without knobbies I ever sat on. The front wheel's contact patch is at the complete mercy of your throttle hand. That 3 cylinder is superb.
Since hppants wanted to play with the FZ09 for his second ride, I opted for this beast:
No, NOT SkooterG. I rode the V-max. Perverts. And it was mind crushingly fast. My feeble brain could not communicate SHIFT!!! to my left hand and foot anywhere near fast enough. I almost dropped the expensive pig at walking speed in a turn. The front wheel just flops over like a dead fish and the rest of the bike naturally follows. It is a heavy bike too. Fortunately my lightning fast reflexes and superhuman strength were there to protect me from my lack of skill.
How much ugly can you fit in one picture? Me, SkooterG, hppants.
As soon as 'pants got off the FJR ES, he handed the keys to his immaculate '05 Gen1 to a salesman. "Give me some #'s while I go play with this FZ09"...
We both agreed that while it was wonderful that Yamaha offered the FZ09 at an entry level price point, it is NOT an entry level bike. Huge fun, very scary in the hands of a novice. It was actually a little scary in my hands, which may be saying the same thing...
There were free hot dogs which tasted like steak after our exciting morning. We chatted with the salesman about why 'pants needed to spend almost $17K on a new bike when he already had a great bike. I am sure some of you have had this same discussion before.
'Pants forced me to go for a ride. Since we were on my side of the Big Muddy, I had to lead. We hit Alligator Bayou Road which is beautifully twisty and made our way to the Mississippi River Levee. We stopped for a little photo op:
Then we stopped at St. Gabriel Catholic Church for another photo op. Built between 1774 and 1776, it is no longer in use.
Once we crossed over to the West Side of the Big Muddy (Mississippi River) 'pants took over. We rode along the river road headed north toward the city of Plaquemine. We turned onto one of my favorite roads in this area, Hwy 77. There was some slow traffic we had to contend with, then 'pants was able to uncork his FJR. I just know he is up there laughing when my ST is dropping further and further back in the twisties... Actually, I learned more about my cornering abilities following him than I would ever have learned on my own. He is a joy to watch in the curves.
Until... A draw bridge got in the way.
We stopped for a break in the parking lot of a small church. To our surprise, the Pastor was there. He came out and we chatted about life, religion, right, wrong, unruly children, and motorcycles. He had ridden a Sportster as a young man and was much impressed with the electric windshield on the FJR. A really nice fellow.
He is telling hppants, "I will pray that your friend upgrades to an FJR and gets rid of that ugly Honda".
We headed north up Hwy 77 through some fabulous curves, beautiful scenery, and gorgeous weather. If it had not been for hppants I would have been at home cutting the grass. I think that is one of the benefits of choosing your friends wisely. They point you in the right direction. Thanks hppants.
I took the Interstate back home because I was in a hurry to post this and because I have to cook supper.
I'll post some of that later...
We saw this:
Unfortunately we also had to see this:
While hppants rode the '14 ES, I rode this:
Can you say fun? The FZ09 is pure fun, the most fun motorcycle without knobbies I ever sat on. The front wheel's contact patch is at the complete mercy of your throttle hand. That 3 cylinder is superb.
Since hppants wanted to play with the FZ09 for his second ride, I opted for this beast:
No, NOT SkooterG. I rode the V-max. Perverts. And it was mind crushingly fast. My feeble brain could not communicate SHIFT!!! to my left hand and foot anywhere near fast enough. I almost dropped the expensive pig at walking speed in a turn. The front wheel just flops over like a dead fish and the rest of the bike naturally follows. It is a heavy bike too. Fortunately my lightning fast reflexes and superhuman strength were there to protect me from my lack of skill.
How much ugly can you fit in one picture? Me, SkooterG, hppants.
As soon as 'pants got off the FJR ES, he handed the keys to his immaculate '05 Gen1 to a salesman. "Give me some #'s while I go play with this FZ09"...
We both agreed that while it was wonderful that Yamaha offered the FZ09 at an entry level price point, it is NOT an entry level bike. Huge fun, very scary in the hands of a novice. It was actually a little scary in my hands, which may be saying the same thing...
There were free hot dogs which tasted like steak after our exciting morning. We chatted with the salesman about why 'pants needed to spend almost $17K on a new bike when he already had a great bike. I am sure some of you have had this same discussion before.
'Pants forced me to go for a ride. Since we were on my side of the Big Muddy, I had to lead. We hit Alligator Bayou Road which is beautifully twisty and made our way to the Mississippi River Levee. We stopped for a little photo op:
Then we stopped at St. Gabriel Catholic Church for another photo op. Built between 1774 and 1776, it is no longer in use.
Once we crossed over to the West Side of the Big Muddy (Mississippi River) 'pants took over. We rode along the river road headed north toward the city of Plaquemine. We turned onto one of my favorite roads in this area, Hwy 77. There was some slow traffic we had to contend with, then 'pants was able to uncork his FJR. I just know he is up there laughing when my ST is dropping further and further back in the twisties... Actually, I learned more about my cornering abilities following him than I would ever have learned on my own. He is a joy to watch in the curves.
Until... A draw bridge got in the way.
We stopped for a break in the parking lot of a small church. To our surprise, the Pastor was there. He came out and we chatted about life, religion, right, wrong, unruly children, and motorcycles. He had ridden a Sportster as a young man and was much impressed with the electric windshield on the FJR. A really nice fellow.
He is telling hppants, "I will pray that your friend upgrades to an FJR and gets rid of that ugly Honda".
We headed north up Hwy 77 through some fabulous curves, beautiful scenery, and gorgeous weather. If it had not been for hppants I would have been at home cutting the grass. I think that is one of the benefits of choosing your friends wisely. They point you in the right direction. Thanks hppants.
I took the Interstate back home because I was in a hurry to post this and because I have to cook supper.
I'll post some of that later...