Yamaha MT-01. I beg your pardon?
Artworks are consuming my every moment of living…that and putting up blinds in the house. When I am not painting or drilling, I am either eating, sleeping or riding my bike. Anyway, just so you know, I feel guilty. But thinking about it this instant, guilty for what?
My GSR is running it’s bland life fine at the minute. My back tyre is squaring and the head bearings are clicking. My headlight was turning off whenever I turned the steering to full lock left, but I soon found out that the connector had worked itself loose after me prodding it every time. A quick click back on sorted that out.
I’ve had the GSR for over 2 years now, and after a fatal mistake by Em of looking at other bikes, we have been thrown in to discussion.
Discussion about the future of my biking life. Don’t worry, I am not giving up. The issue revolves around the GSR and winter. You see, Winter in Scotland is a very unwelcoming place to be. It’s usually cold, usually wet and always miserable. This is true for everyone, pedestrians, car drivers, hillwalkers. For motorcyclists it’s a freakin nightmare.
I spoke a while back regarding the new VFR1200F as my main motorcycle and the response was mixed. Some agreed with my points regarding the output of the bike/lack of fairing protection. Other’s took their chance to call me a sissy and offer me a moped. The question in point was getting a bike that would give me year round satisfaction, with the benefit of not falling to bits.
It seems that my thinking was going down the wrong path. You see, I was going down the path of a one bike outfit, something bullet proof that would ease my woes. But after big discussion with Blair, Em and anyone else who would listen, having a second bike seems like the way to go. The reasons are thus:
One bike = High price, high mileage, high wear & tear, quick boredom. A one bike house would mean running a bike throughout the year including winter and thus exposing it to the same bike rotting salt.
Two bikes = Lower price, low mileage, low wear & tear, less quick boredom. A two bike house allows use of one bike for summer/dry days, another for winter/salty days.
It may seem excessive to many, but the argument is sound. Why sell the GSR and buy a new bike, only to inflict the same torture to it, road salt, sitting outside in the rain rotting. It would be the same situation all over again and it seems totally pointless to continue buying new bikes only for them to fall apart because I ride them at a time that these bikes aren’t designed to be ridden.
If I have a bike for summer/dry riding, I have the excitement of a fresh bike. I have the reduced mileage on both the new bike and the GSR. Once it gets wetter/colder, I switch to the GSR. I would be able to look forward to summer again, because at the minute, I am still riding the same bike in summer, winter and every other time.
I’ve paid off the GSR now, so it’s mine. It wouldn’t matter if I wanted to sell it anyway, because after speaking to a few garages, no-one would even entertain the thought of trying to resell a 2-year-old GSR with 30,000 miles on the clock, a bit rusty here and there and generally a hack. So no-one wants it. And I aint giving it away.
The added bonus to strengthen the argument is insurance. Insurance companies seem to go on the assumption that more miles = more chance of crashing. This means that the premium goes up massively. Take my old Buell for example. I put 18,000 miles annually on the insurance form and it returned a premium of £1,600. Put in a mileage of 5,000 and it’s £300. I couldn’t afford to run it based on that kind of money, so I sold it.
SOOOOOOO
What am I saying then? Well I will be looking for a Used bike to ride during summer/dry days, and I will be keeping the GSR for a winter hack. It makes complete sense.
Now those of you who have been here from the start (Thanks Rossy Boy) will know I had a Yamaha MT-03 as my first bike. The seat melted due to faulty exhausts, Yamaha didn’t give a shit. I got a Buell and so the nightmare unfolded.
I swore I would never return to Yamaha. I lied.
Now that I have the opportunity to basically get any bike I like (within a £5k budget), and having spent the past 4 years knowing that someday I would own a Yamaha MT-01 I thought, this is my chance.
And so it is.
Now a lot of people in reviews and in person lament the MT due to the lack of jail baiting top speed. They see 1700cc and get disappointed that they don’t fly at the speed of sound. They get upset that the bike has R1 derived brakes and chassis, but when you try to get your knee down the headers threaten grounding.
I think that they don’t understand it. Whereas I do.
The MT is a bike that gives you the unbelievable thrill of torque, without getting you in to trouble before you know it. It’s a bike to fart along the back roads on knowing that at the twist of a throttle you will instantly be rocketed forward. None of this IL4 surging at 9ooorpm (a-la GSR).
A lot of reviewers say it’s bland because the power is so linear (in other words when you open the taps, the power doesn’t waiver or surge in, it’s just “flat” all the way to peak RPM).
I think the MT is perfect. I would have a V-twin over any other engine until the day I die. I love them. I want a bike I can get on and just enjoy. I don’t want to look down and see I’m cruising at 100mph and not realising it. I want to go down the street and small children fall to the ground from the vibrations…maybe not.
I think what I keep remembering is when I went to France on the Buell. I was going down the street and a gang of youngsters on mopeds/125′s were all gathered down the road. I saw them, and they heard me. As I drifted past them with the beat of the 1200cc V-twin beneath me, I knew that I was on something special as they all stood open mouthed. Then I noticed the collection of skinheads standing up from a cafe, perhaps expecting some kind of chopper or harley, to see this small bug eyed gold wheeled machine. It made my year. It made me love biking.
It won’t quite be the same with the MT, for a start its huge. But its also deeper, louder comfier.
So.
I am going to have a wee test ride on one to see if all the reviews are correct. From there it’s either buying one, or looking elsewhere, but something tells me I will be rumbling home once more.
Updates (hopefully) as things start to unfold.
Winter Hack
What what what.
My last post to have the blue banner of information said that I was in a so-so mood, had done 24486.3 miles on my GSR and…go to yamyambiker.com.
Since then, as you can see with my new blue banner of information, I have increased in mood by 3 bars, I have covered 2619 more miles on my GSR and you’ve still to go to yamyambiker.com.
So what’s the chat? What have I been doing that’s so damn interesting to keep me from my YamYam duties. Well as you know, I sometimes go for ages and then end up writing a long assed post, so perhaps this might be one of those moments. I’ll start from where I left it…that is I had just reviewed my current jacket (Wolf Titanium if you ask), I had been told I would be better suited to a scooter because I couldn’t handle my Kwak ER-6n and I was off to Tenerife. Not before emailing West Coast Harley about their current Buell stock, a small yamyam probe to see what the deal was (deal…get it?)
Well I got back from a spectacular 2 weeks of sunshine, sleeping, eating (a lot) and bobbing in an extremely cold pool. Like a true Scotsman, I sucked it up and I was in there pretty much every day, floating like a fleshy coloured iceberg, whilst others sat shivering on their sunbeds. I didn’t care. I wasn’t thinking about work, I wasn’t thinking about the thousands of troubled thoughts that plagued my mind on a daily basis. For 2 weeks (well, 1.3 really) I was awol from my mind, from my life back in Scotland and all that was really to do was decide what to eat (crisps or bread), what to wear (usually just shorts…easy ladies, and a t-shirt) and what to do; float or read…or watch a film…or go for a walk.
We arrived back in Scotland to an extremely cold, windy, wet Saturday morning, having had our plane delayed a wee bit. I sat on my couch at 6am deliberating whether or not to go to bed or just ride it out and see how far I made it. I went to bed.
It was great being back really. I love Scotland and no matter how many Hunters Chicken I ate (a delicious meal prepared by someone other than me in a restaurant filled with alcohol and sunshine), it’s still no match for the stiff, crisp Scottish air. Refreshing some might say.
Before heading away on holiday I had realigned my broadband duties from Virgin to O2, because I found Virgin’s internet to be slow in the evenings, slow enough that I had to buffer some films from Sky Player a few times.
What a mistake that was. From the get-go O2 were dismal, utterly dismal. Think along the lines of trying to open a YouTube video, only to have someone actually come out of your screen and scream “Who do you think you are!?” at you for even trying. I couldn’t load any videos, surfing was a task and I was totally fed up. However I had a 30 day “Happiness Guaranteed” period where I could opt out and nothing would be said of it. I gave it a little while as I was promised that the service would start to pick up shortly because of some maintenance they were doing to the lines or something.
Well guess who got their math wrong? ME. I got back from Tenerife thinking I had a good week left of my 30 days, only to find that I was actually, from Saturday of my arrival onward, 1 day in to my contract. The service was no better by the way, still as crap as always. I should have been getting 8mg. I was getting 0.3mg.
So with no time to lose, I called them up and got my MAC code, then requested my account be cancelled to be told that I am now “within contract period and it’ll cost £160 to get out of it.” After much argumenting and deliberating from O2 I got out of my shockingly bad contract and luckily I was able to go to a more safe bet, BT. Now that I have, my internet is ace, I can watch films, watch YouTube and I’ve even updated www.gordon-fraser.com to celebrate.
But all this has taken it’s toll on my time available to post here, that and just getting on with riding my bike every day with pretty much no incident.
Since getting back the weather has steadily decreased to the point of no-feely-handies. So I decided that it was time to forget looking swish, and buy some hand guards for my Gisser. I did buy them (£38) and fitted them with Dad with a little trademark Fraser persuasion.
What a difference, my hands are now wind free and really a lot warmer. Then the weather got to the point that in the morning my bars would be iced up, so really even though my hand guards were preventing wind and rain from chilling my fingers, I was still holding on to a frozen piece of metal, so my hands still got numb. The ride home however is a different story and I am ever so thankful I took the plunge and fitted them. I also re-fitted my screen unit and it’s keeping a lot of the rain and draught off me so that’s ace. The only problem is the increase in ease of speeding. I am always so used to having the drag on my body that the position I sit at naturally on the throttle is causing me to cruise faster with the aerodynamic advantage of the fairing. It has been a few times I have glanced down to see that I am not sticking to the speed limit without knowing it. ANYWAY.
Hand guards were from a V-Strom 650, for all you like minded GSR riders, and can be picked up from your local Suzuki dealership.
I mentioned the email to Buell Glasgow.
Well I sent a wee informal “Now that Buell is going south, what deals you got?” email to them and I’m not exaggerating here, 8-9 calls later they are still trying to get me in to have a chat. I’ve decided to forget going for a new Buell because I spoke to Stuart @ Jacksons Bikes about it and he said that because of the miles I do, I could quickly find myself in a position that I need a part and they can’t supply it. Say if the engine management computer packed in, and I couldn’t get a replacement, that’s my bike written off, even if the rest is in mint condition. So aye, even though I LOVE LOVE LOVE Buells, I just can’t justify it really. I’ll stick with the pain in the arse and rusty boy until it packs in (it’s been a while so touch wood nothing will happen…)
So that’s really where we are at. It’s a week until christmas, Blair is soon to be a Daddy (it could hit off anytime now) and work is busy as feck.
In a week there could be a small, brand new Fraser in this world. After a year of utter SHITE, I am desperately holding on to the hope that it’ll end well. I am hoping.
2010 is a new year. It’s a fresh start. One things for sure, it really couldn’t get any worse than what 2009 was. If it does, there’ll be bigger problems than my hands getting cold, or BT internet. 2010 could be the greatest year of everyones lives, purely for the fact that we had one of the worst years just before it. I hope for all our sakes it will be.
AHHHHHHHHH
It’s definitely time to draw a line under this post. Word count is 1308 as of this word HERE.
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Thanks for visiting all,
GORDON!
MCN Scottish Motorcycle Show 2008
Well hello everyone,
Sunday saw myself, Em, Blair and Kirsty heading off to the bike show at Ingleston, Edinburgh. The weather was touch and go, and I managed to convince B that the car was a safer option. He didn’t need much convincing though and it seemed more like the other halves that were wanting to bike it rather than us!
Anyway, early start and we arrived at the bike show little after 9am. We had booked our tickets online so got them for £13 each instead of £15. We then trudged along the hilariously long footpath to the main show, passing the go-karts and globe riders as we went. We grabbed a quick tea/bacon roll at the Charge-What-We-Like burger van and headed in. As soon as I got inside the first set of doors I could see the orange glow of what would be KTM, and having talked with B excitedly about the RC8, I told him in about 10 seconds he would wet his pants. He didn’t quite wet his pants, but the RC8 looked gorgeous. It was great product placement from KTM as everyone immediately flocked to the RC8′s side.
(Blairs Picture)
One thing that I was hoping with the bike show would be that the joe public could sit on the bikes and I wasn’t dissappointed. However the RC8 was so popular we started at the other KTM’s, in particular the bloody gorgous KTM Super Duke 990. I am in love:
This is B on the Duke. I have always liked the look of the Duke, but was worried that the ironing board looking seat would be dodgy, but I was pleasantly surprised. It was really comfy and the bars were quite wide, offering a more aggressive riding position which I love. The whole bike felt superb and I can see myself perhaps looking down the KTM SD road when I get my stuff in order. Stunning. Blair was even more captured with the Super Duke 990R, which again, was amazing:
We then proceeded around all the stands, drooling over all the shiny metal on show. We had a wee pore over the HP2 beemer, but didn’t really spend all that much time there; BMW’s are a bit overpriced and adventury for what we are in to. The HP2 is gorgous though:
Heading down the middle of the place I saw the HD-Buell sign and knew that I would soon be on a downer, all the Buell’s were there including the new 1125R. I made a concious effort to sit on the XB12Ss and it was amazing how at home I felt again. After stroking the Buell a few more times we moved on, Blair noting the XB9Sx Street Cross as a favourite.
Ducati, with the 1098R on no-touchy display was a draw for the crowd, and I had a wee seat on the 848, which was beautiful but you could tell it was unforgiving due to the instant race tuck riding position.
Suzuki was next, and along with the 2008 GSR 600 in god-awful red and gunmetal, the B-King was the main attraction for me. Having a sit on the GSR first though, I noticed the ABS logo on the clocks. Perhaps a standard feature on the 2008 model, but not really needed. Blair checked out the wheels, which reportedly show up the dodgy manufacturing of them, but B didn’t seem to worried about it.
Emma had a seat on the “bike with a built in kitchen table.” AKA the B-King. The tank on this thing is laughably wide, but even still, the bike instantly feels comfortable, and with Emma taking a wee seat on the pillion pad, she even commented that it was quite comfy. I doubt Em would share that sentiment after an hour of riding, but it was more comfortable than first thoughts.
There were a few custom choppers dotted around the show, with the highlight for me being the AC Cobra tribute chopper at the Carol Nash stall.
We had a look at the rest of the stalls, Yamaha failing to show the MT range at all, which was pretty disappointing, and Honda failing to show the absolutely breath-taking CBR1000R, but did have a poster…which was nice.
K was checking out all the 125cc bikes as she is thinking about doing her CBT. The Honda was her favourite, offering up a nicer riding position and the seat height ideal for her size, allowing her to put both feet flat on the floor. The Yamaha 125R was nice, but very heavy on the wrists. B and I joked about the wheel sizes, with the Honda 125cc having a thinner rear tyre than our GSR’s front.
The Triumph was a nice stall, but set in another hall, not really allowing the majority of people to instantly see them. But the Speed Triple was devestatingly beautiful, single sided swing and glossy black paint. Lovely.
The Aprilia was ok and I had a seat on the Shiver 750. Very similar to the KTM Super Duke but not quite as nice.
We had another go around the manufacturers, then around all the wee stalls. There was a stall that was selling hand drawn Valentino Rossi pencil canvas things, and they were fecking amazing. But £200 seemed to be a bit much, even though they were limited edition (I think out of 95). Blair took the guys card and I think he might end up getting one. Whilst he was checking out a bike stall I went and sat on the Ducati 848, and then got a call from Blair. He said he was at a stall that had Furygan and Icon stuff. Me and Em headed round and there it was. The Furygan Orona. I had wanted this jacket since I first laid eyes on it in an old MCN, but for love nor money couldn’t source one. So you can imagine my dissappointment when they only had the white one in Medium….but they did have a L Black one, so I tried that on and I liked it a lot. £125 and it was mine. I’ll post pics up later tonight.
We were all pretty hungry and didn’t want to waste £40 on 2 sandwiches, so after checking out how much the karts costed (£10 for 10 minutes), we decided to leave it and head home to prepare ourselves for the MotoGP Race 1.
All in all it was a great day, and I loved seeing all the bikes on show, and even more so the ability to get on it and get your feet up. It allowed a greater impression of what it would be like, instead of the showroom scenario of not really knowing how it will feel with both feet up.
Anyway, I am going now and will post up some pictures later of my jacket (which has an aluminium layer in it, like the mountain survival bags for heat preservation…cool or what!)
Thanks for looking folks!
Gordon
Caught in the act
Hello all,
I was browsing through my hard drive and stumbled across a photo that reminded me of a funny story.
On the way to France on my Buell I arrived at the ferry port in Rosyth. Having been separated from the cars all the bikers were lining up in their own wee bit. Most of the bikers were in groups and only I seemed to be flying solo.
So what better time to take a photo of my dream bike….only I whipped out the camera and within seconds a woman was shouting at me, “NO! NO! YOU CAN’T TAKE PHOTO’S HERE. HOI! YOU WITH THE CAMERA!”
I turned round to see all the bikers looking at me and some lady in a hi-vis vest pointing at me. So the camera went away after I managed to take 1 picture. She doddled up and said that this was a restricted area and that I am not allowed to take photos until I am safely aboard the ferry. Then I can take as many photos as I wanted….
WAIT A MINUTE HERE….I am not allowed to take a picture of my bike here because it’s a restricted area, but I can take as many photos as I like from an elevated lookout on a ferry…ok….
So anyway, away went the camera….but here’s the photo I took whilst in the top secret area of Rosyth Dockyard:
Don’t shoot!!
As you can see, I am exposing a top secret government facility…
Today was -1.C outside. Excellent. It was also frosty. Even better.
Thanks for looking!!!
YamYam
New bike blues, loosing the front and the missing sticker…
Well it’s gone.
My brother said it perfectly;
“Most people, when they pass their test, they get a banger. Then they get a better banger. Then they get used, then new, then dream bike…You’ve went, test, new bike, dream bike. Of course you’ve got to come down.”
As I handed over the keys to my Buell I didn’t feel anything. No sadness, no regret. I was moving on. But then upon returning home from the garage, I hit rock bottom. The ER6 is a great bike. It’s fast enough, nice riding position and good handling. But it just sucked that I had a bike that wasn’t as nice as the Buell.
Not only that, but on the way home a few irritating things appeared. The mirror has a really loud vibrating noise at any RPM. The front tyre is crap in the wet (See further down) and the bars are hopeless. But I knew all these things when I made my decision, and all of them can be overcome with some thought and money.
As seen below, I have ordered some drag bars. These should come pretty soon, if not today and I’ll post some pics tonight. The mirrors will be sorted too.
The front tyre though, is a big problem. I arrived at Em’s house and picked her up. I was on my way down in the emotions department and just wanted to get home to sulk. So off we went and Em kept saying how great the pillion seat was. I headed up the hill beside the graveyard only for the front to go light and I lost both traction in the front and the rear. It was pretty scary, but controllable. Em was like “What was that?!” and I replied, “oh nothing, just the bike losing all grip on the road…”
We then got on the motorway and headed up 15miles to our turn off of the motorway. As I headed around the slip road we hit a shiny bit of road and again, the front lost grip. Very very unsettling and not good for either of our hearts. Arriving home I had a look at the tyres and found, to my amazement, that the rear was a Bridgestone and the front was a Dunlop…Now some may disagree here, but I have always been told, never ever mix and match tyres, especially not different brands. And here I had a BT020 rear and a D202 (I can’t remember the make so I made that up…) No wonder it felt weird.
So I added the anger to my downer and started picking holes in it.
Then we had to head off and get Blair’s new bike. His brand spanking, really smart GSR600 in red. Off we went and I was extra careful due to the tyre situation and the wet leaves on the road.
Eventually we got to Cupar Motos and headed inside. Blair had talked about some Alpinestars Gore-tex gloves on sale for £59.99. I told him to shut up. Gore-tex is dear. But there they were. I think they were called Jet Roads…but I tried them on and really nice fit. Comfy, warm and snug, and most importantly, Gore-tex lining. I have Alpinestars Gore-tex boots and not once have they leaked or let me down. So I shall be picking some of those up on Saturday.
We had to hang about for a while because the guy was talking to a couple who had just bought a GSXR-1000 race replica bike…he’s going to die then….
Eventually we got seen and B did all the paper work etc. In the meantime I looked around the showroom and saw the GSR600 demonstrator that had been offered to me at £300 plus the Buell. I was thinking “why didn’t I just buy it?”
We headed outside and the guy brought Blairs bike round from the back. It looked amazing! The red was so nice in the sunlight and it was pristine condition. I left Blair with the guy talking about how to start it and sat on the ER6. It’s not that bad I thought.
It started to pour down and Blair was on brand spanking new tyres, on a brand spanking bike, on a brand spanking Licence….not good. I made sure to say take it easy and he did. We got home and everyone came out and had a look at the two bikes…
Come Saturday night I had started to emerge from my depression and started thinking about what mods I could do to my bike…
Sunday was a recovery from the Saturday night, our housewarming party a year on since first moving in! It was a great night and a good time to think about something other than the day’s events. I got up early (9ish) and started work on my bike. I wanted it looking brand new.
2 and a half hours later it was cleaned. It was really mucky, so much for it being cleaned for me picking it up, but it looked brand spanking! I was really chuffed. I also rotated the gear selector round a bit so I wasn’t trying to touch my shin with my toes and it works perfectly now.
29th October 2007
So today I headed in to work on my new bike. It was remarkably easy. The gear shifter mod was great. Flicking through the slick box was no problem and holding a steady 70-90mph was no problem. But I needed to get the front tyre issue resolved, and my insurance as I was still only covered for the Buell.
When I got to work I called up the insurance folk and I am now covered for the Kwak and they are refunding me £344!! I don’t want to think about how much the Buell actually was to insure, but my policy runs out in January 2008…so with 3 months remaining, I am covered for the new bike but have nearly 350squids refunded…hmmm
So that was good. Then I emailed C&J Wilson, the place I got my bike from and told them about the tyre issue, and also that I had noticed that only 1 side of the bike had decals on it, the other side was plain…was this because it was dropped!? Who knows…
They emailed me back saying the tyre will be replaced free of charge and a new decal has been ordered! Result!! Not only will I have matching tyres and matching sides to the bike, but I’ll have £344 to spend on getting stuff for the ER6!!! Ahhh.
Ill post up a mods list in the next post and once I get home I’ll put up some of the pics of my new bike!!
Sorry for the extremely long post!
Thanks for reading folks, and keep checking back! I am now 9th when you do a google.com search for YamYam!!! OOO
Gordon
On the bike hunt – Part 1 – Kawasaki
Hello all,
I went to test ride the Kawasaki ER-6n last Saturday at Edinburgh Kawasaki. I wanted my better half to come with, to sit on it and see it with me so we got geared up around 12 and headed out.
The bridge has roadworks going on at the weekend so the traffic was a nightmare. Coming down the hill before the bridge at Rosyth, I was filtering through the traffic at a slow 15mph. Tootling along this blue car in front decided to move from the right lane to the left, without signalling or checking mirrors. This meant that when she moved across, I had to slam on the brakes big licks to avoid being side swiped. I then hammered on my horn and instead of this idiot moving in to the left lane and stopping, she just slammed on the brakes in the middle of the lanes.
Evasive action was needed, but I just couldn’t physically move the bike, 2 up, enough to avoid her and Em’s knee struck the back of her car.
I can honestly say I have never been as angry as I was that day. More so because Em had been hurt, but because of the complete lack of any sort of driving knowledge displayed by that idiot woman. Thinking about it now I am starting to get angry! GRRR.
So we eventually got in to Edi-Kwak and spoke to a guy there who was a little less than vague. He didn’t deal with the sales side and he would have to see what he had to do to give me a test ride.
After a wee while I got everything set and off I went. The bike was quite quiet and even though it was a twin, wasn’t that vibe-y.
I headed out for around 30 minutes and in that time I checked the handling, speed, clocks etc. I was quite excited about this bike before test riding it and after I felt a little let down.
It felt cheap. Very skinny bike, crap clocks and the bars….oh dear. The handlebars are angled such that you feel like your elbows are about to touch. Very very uncomfortable, but changeable. The throttle was slick, as was the gearbox. A good pull from lower revs and came alive when you bridged the 6k-7k revs.
The seat was really comfy and Em’s one was too.
So after I got back I spoke a wee bit with the sales guy this time. OH BOY could this guy talk. He went on about mirrors having to be the width of the handlebars, the emmissions regulations and the weather…I only asked what price it was.
So he said £3995 for the 6n, and £4200 for the 6f, the fared model which I didn’t really take notice of until I saw it in the flesh.
A very very nice bike and very different to the N, even though it’s just some plastic on the outside. The clocks were both analogue, better than the digital one of the naked version. And it was fared, perfect for motorway miles.
Then I dropped the bomb, would you consider a Buell as a Part-ex?
Out we went and he hummed and hawed and said he personally likes them but he’s a business man blah blah.
So I left with his card and I was to phone him on the Monday.
Instead I emailed him and he said this:
Kawasaki ER6F rrp £4895.00 Our price £4700.00
Trade in price for Buell £3000.00
Balance to change £1700.00
Stop right there sonny jim. £4700 for the F?? But you said £4200 to me in the shop…and forget that!! £3000 for my exotic, £8000 bike?!
Taking the piss I thought. Not so.
As for the why is the value off the Buell as it is, it reflects best retail at the top of the selling season, versus worst trade at the bottom of the season
Very good….Goodbye.
So that was Kawasaki out the window. I am desperate for a FZ6.
