Well it's Saturday morning here in the land of Oz, and I'm planning my ride. That sounds like I'm actually planning the route, but in reality I've just decided to go for a ride, and I'll let the road take me as I usually do, but I'll try to steer away from my usual routes, and find some dirt roads less travelled. Nothing too challenging mind you, I may have started out on dirt bikes 50 years ago, but it's been a long time since I was completely confident going over jumps or creek crossings, I've had it too easy, for too long.
The bike would be fine in much more demanding conditions than I'm going to try today, interestingly it's not much heavier than the latest big dirt weapon that is so popular in Oz, the Yamaha WR450. The Yamaha's wet weight of 119 Kg is not much less than Big Red's dry weight of 118 Kg, even if you add another 14 Kg for oil and a full tank of fuel, it still weighs over 20 Kg less than I did 6 months ago! I guess the good thing is that it'd be easier to pick the bike up, than pick myself up had I dropped it back then.
Getting my leg over the seat is a big effort though, I'm not keen on standing on the left footpeg and swinging my right leg over the seat due to the angle that the bike leans on the side stand, so it takes a concerted effort to swing my leg over the 950mm (38 inch) high seat. I might have to take up martial arts again (or perhaps ballet) so I can kick my leg that high?
Terry's XR500RE 21 Feb 2019 3 by
Terry Prendergast, on Flickr
As sacreligious as it might sound, I have this nagging thought of building a sweet single cylinder road bike, like the Royal Enfield 535 Continental GT. RE have stopped making them now the 650 is out, but there's something about riding a big single that I really enjoy, my old Yamaha XT500 was a great bike on the road, in a lot of ways it was better on the road than off. I rode mine from Melbourne to Bathurst (1000 mile round trip) in 1985 for the Easter Motorcycle TT, and had great fun racing my mate Pete on his Motoguzzi 850. I certainly wasn't shamed by larger capacity road bikes on that windy road, and the pot holes that were throwing bigger road bikes off line didn't make any difference to the big yam, it just floated over them. OK, time for "Brunch", then off I go! (if I can get it to start..........)
Terry's breakfast banjo by
Terry Prendergast, on Flickr