So you get a new bike. It is all shinny. All crisp feeling.
The fasteners do not have marks on them yet. There is no duct tape holding on a graphic yet. There are no zipties holding panels together yet. There are no dents in the rims. There are no boot rub marks on the cases or frame yet. The teeth on the footpegs are not worn. It is a fantastic time in a dirt bikes life, and in a dirt bikers life.
You get to change the oil without having to scrape dirt off the drainplug first. The air box is so shinny inside. You get to torque all the bolts for the first time, marking them painstakingly with a sharpie to show that they have been done. You get to lube up all the bearings without having to clean gunk off them first.
After you are done prepping it for the first time, but before you have really ridden it yet, you go out to the garage just to stare at it and admire it. You start it just for the heck of it. You invite your friends over to see it. Your wife comes out to look at it and says “looks just like the other one.” (But she doesn’t really count in this, and who asked her anyway?)
Then the first ride day comes and your almost sad about tarnishing that new bike smell. Almost.
You take it out and absolutely thrash it.
Scott and I took shinny new 2009 Suzuki RMZ 250F’s to Dyracuse and rode the crap out of them.
The dirt was perfect, the trails were completely empty.
2hours on a new bike. No steering damper on the bike yet, so it was hard to stay on the trail in the 2nd hour. But damn a new bike is fun.
I think that my riding has adapted to a Suzuki. I get a new Suzuki, and within a few laps on it, I am completely comfortable. I don’t really think I want to switch brands ever, as I think I would have to learn to ride all over again.
I love my RM250 2 strokes, but I have to admit that this new bike seemed really good right away. I am excited, because if it this good right away, it could be REALLY good after I live with it for a while.