I’ve had messages from guys asking if I wanted to sell my Honda Magna. The answer is a straight up no. However if you offer me a trade… I’d trade it… for a Harley 1200 in awesome running condition and with new tires. You have that, sure, I’ll trade you. If not, no… I’m not selling it. If I sell it, then my wife will take the money… if I trade, well… she doesn’t know how to ride a motorcycle. See what I mean? So yeah, if you have the money to buy – go buy the Harley and then come see me. I’ll even meet you have way, and we can swap titles and keys.
So the other day I was sitting at a red light. A dude on a Harley Sportster 1200 pulls up. I didn’t even have to look over to know what he was riding, because it’s obnoxiously loud pipes announced his approach from a block away.
But Ogres do… no riding today. Dang it.
Learned a lot about my new bike this week. Chain tension, lube and inspection. Saddle bags can unzip off. And I learned that my bike gets 40 MPG on the dot, which is pretty good. So I learned just how far my bike can go on a tank… then shortly there after, I learned just how far I can go on my reserve tank. Which I found out was about 400 yards short of the gas station. Luckily the bike can coast pretty good, to within 100 yards. So it was not a lot of pushing, but enough to hammer home the lesson. Seriously, I need a bigger fuel tank. I heard you can get a tank off a Honda Shadow, and with some modification, make it work for the Magna. If anyone has any detailed information on that – I’d really like to hear it.
I saw this some time ago and had to snap a pic of it. The photo doesn’t do it justice. This is an F-350, full sized, quad cab… a massive truck… jacked up high. I’m sure it’s great in the snow. The stacks put it over the top.
The bike has been purring along since I got it. This morning, on the way in to work, it all the sudden started a bad rattle. At idle, in neutral, there is no rattle. In gear, when rolling, it rattles. Bad. WTF?
I really don’t need this right now. I mean, COME ON!
The VF750C Magna is a great machine. I’ve missed that V-4 engine since I sold my last Magna. The other bikes I had after it just didn’t quite have the same mojo. And by mojo, I mean power band. It’s wide power band lets the bike pull in every gear without working it. It’s not anxious, there’s nothing frantic about it. It’s comfortable cruising in town, and blasting down the highway. I do wish it had one more gear on the tall end, but it’s no big deal because the RPM’s go quite high.
Filled up the tank, 9 bucks. Vehicle Inspection, 9 bucks. Insurance, 17 bucks.
This kind a cheap to live with cost is awesome. Tax on the bike to get the new plates was 150 bucks, but I expected that. I’m completely and utter broke now, but everything’s golden and I have a full tank that’s going to get me to work for a week. My truck, to fill up the gas tank for a week, almost a hundred bucks.
To ride… through the twists, along the straights… relaxed… chillin in the saddle… Guys… Guys… Guys… Why the hell did I wait so long to get another bike?
I still need to get some decent leathers, a brain bucket, and good gloves before I do any long range riding. I am going to be eating PBJ’s for breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the next two weeks. Worth it. And with reports of gas going up to 6 bucks a gallon – I am very glad I got this bike now. The news reports recently mentioned that with gas prices going up, more and more people are getting motorcycles and scooters. So if you guys want a good used bike – get one now before they are all gone.
Okay, this is the last post about me gushing about bikes for awhile. This isn’t a bike blog… It’s a gun blog. Gun Content will resume shortly.
I snagged a bike that I saw. The other bike had carb tuning issues I decided I didn’t want to get into, so I brought home a different one… One that runs FLAWLESSLY. Purrs like a kitten at idle, screams like a beast when I open the throttle.
One of the things I did when I was young was design stuff. I aircraft, cars, boats, and bikes. I remember designing sport bikes a lot… and a few choppers. All my dreaming about a bike had me doodling a little, and then that lead to me running though images of motorcycles… and then I found it. The bike that is just like I would have designed myself. My dream bike.
So I put some guns up on KSL for trade for a Motorcycle. I get some responses for parts bikes… nothing that runs. Then I get an offer that’s just crazy good for a 2004 HD Softail. Dude sends pictures and everything. Oh hell yes. The guy wants it out of his garage. I say “Yup, I’ll take that trade offer.”
But then the guy gets cold feet and welches. Feh. I mean, come on… You put up a bike that’s worth twice what I offered to trade, that’s not my problem. Oh well. Still no bike for the Ogre.
Many years ago I had a sport bike. I rode it from southern Utah up to SLC, and then east into the Uintah Basin. Normally, this would have been a great cruise save for two small problems. Continue reading My last long ride