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Ok, I was scheduled to pick my busa up Thursday. Well, I just couldn't stand it any longer! I went to work today hating life because I knew that I was off wednesday and thursday and would have to spend wednesday knowing that my bike was sitting there just waiting for me. I talked the Sarge into letting me take off half a day today so I could go get 'er..
I had to sit out a pretty bad thunderstorm at the dealership but it gave me time to check out all of the accessories they had in stock. I'd rather have been riding my new baby but at least I wasn't at work just thinking about the bike.
I also removed the rear seat and replaced it with the cowl while I waited. I wanted the full busa effect on the way home.
After the storm passed the sun came back out and the roads started to dry out. By the time I finished looking at goodies and swapping the cowl on you could barely tell it had rained at all except in the parking lot. Hmmm, getting a little nervous. New bike, new tires, wet roads... thoughts of scuffed bodywork and bruised ego are running through my mind. Gulp!
After taking a few pictures for the scrap book I put the helmet on and mount 'er. I turn on the switch and let the fuel system do it's thing. Then I hit the start button. My god, it sounded like music. No, music doesn't hold a candle to what I was hearing. I work up the nerve up to get going. Deep breath and ease out the clutch. She revs so quickly when the throttle is rolled that it startled me. I let off of the throttle as the clutch released and the engine died. Squid!
I fire her back up and try again... To shorten the story, I killed her two more times before I got the throttle/clutch manipulation right. Super Squid!!! At this point I'm praying that this is the worst thing that happens to me before I get home. Well, I finally get her to the road and wait for traffic to clear. I get a break in traffic and pull out. Hey, she didn't die! I'm getting the hang of the throttle and clutch down at this point. I go up through the gears still accidentally blipping the throttle a little on shifts.
Anyway, within two miles I meet four cops, errr, brother officers. Why do I feel guilty? I'm running the freakin' spead limit.
They eye me really good as I pray that I don't accidentally blip the throttle while they're watching.
I manage not to. In fact, after going through the gears a few times I get the hang of the throttle and no more problems. Just new to me...
I tip-toe through all the police jurisdictions between the dealer and where I work to avoid using a favor up this early in the game. The closer to home I get the more confident I become. So, I spanked 'er a little on a couple of straightaways. Nowhere near redline but I roll on the throttle pretty hard. Man!!! To hear the busa at full song and feel the weight transfer and sudden rush of the wind is undescribeable. Well, you guys know what I'm talking about. I didn't rev too high or for very long but I just had to have a taste...
Anyway, now I have this big stupid grin on my face that tells it all. I am now addicted to sport bikes, and especially the busa. I had ridden a few 600's and a 900 before but never felt anything like what my busa done when I rolled on 'er. I can't imagine a drug that could give me anything even close to the high I got after rolling on the throttle.
I still hold a lot of respect for this machine but I get more confident with each mile. I can't wait until tomorrow to ride again. I've only put around 50 miles on it so far but I already know that it's the best money I have ever spent.
Thanks again to all who followed my quest for a busa and answered all my rookie questions. I'm sure I'll have more questions as I get to know my busa but I know where to come for the answers.
By the way, I'm thinking of changing my member name here to Grinning Idiot...
I had to sit out a pretty bad thunderstorm at the dealership but it gave me time to check out all of the accessories they had in stock. I'd rather have been riding my new baby but at least I wasn't at work just thinking about the bike.
After the storm passed the sun came back out and the roads started to dry out. By the time I finished looking at goodies and swapping the cowl on you could barely tell it had rained at all except in the parking lot. Hmmm, getting a little nervous. New bike, new tires, wet roads... thoughts of scuffed bodywork and bruised ego are running through my mind. Gulp!
After taking a few pictures for the scrap book I put the helmet on and mount 'er. I turn on the switch and let the fuel system do it's thing. Then I hit the start button. My god, it sounded like music. No, music doesn't hold a candle to what I was hearing. I work up the nerve up to get going. Deep breath and ease out the clutch. She revs so quickly when the throttle is rolled that it startled me. I let off of the throttle as the clutch released and the engine died. Squid!
I fire her back up and try again... To shorten the story, I killed her two more times before I got the throttle/clutch manipulation right. Super Squid!!! At this point I'm praying that this is the worst thing that happens to me before I get home. Well, I finally get her to the road and wait for traffic to clear. I get a break in traffic and pull out. Hey, she didn't die! I'm getting the hang of the throttle and clutch down at this point. I go up through the gears still accidentally blipping the throttle a little on shifts.
Anyway, within two miles I meet four cops, errr, brother officers. Why do I feel guilty? I'm running the freakin' spead limit.
I tip-toe through all the police jurisdictions between the dealer and where I work to avoid using a favor up this early in the game. The closer to home I get the more confident I become. So, I spanked 'er a little on a couple of straightaways. Nowhere near redline but I roll on the throttle pretty hard. Man!!! To hear the busa at full song and feel the weight transfer and sudden rush of the wind is undescribeable. Well, you guys know what I'm talking about. I didn't rev too high or for very long but I just had to have a taste...
Anyway, now I have this big stupid grin on my face that tells it all. I am now addicted to sport bikes, and especially the busa. I had ridden a few 600's and a 900 before but never felt anything like what my busa done when I rolled on 'er. I can't imagine a drug that could give me anything even close to the high I got after rolling on the throttle.
I still hold a lot of respect for this machine but I get more confident with each mile. I can't wait until tomorrow to ride again. I've only put around 50 miles on it so far but I already know that it's the best money I have ever spent.
Thanks again to all who followed my quest for a busa and answered all my rookie questions. I'm sure I'll have more questions as I get to know my busa but I know where to come for the answers.
By the way, I'm thinking of changing my member name here to Grinning Idiot...