It's time to introduce my ride. Be kind.
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She is a silver 2004 Yamaha FZ6. Yes, she's kinda toury, but still stylish. She has the same engine as an R6, but de-tuned (read neutered.) Her bars are high and her pegs sit forward, and oh what I wouldn't do for a gel seat. Since the clutch in my Evo took a dump, I've been commuting on her. 20 miles of slab each way. She gets 40 mpg and access to the carpool lane, should I decide to stay behind the cagers - I love California. Parking is a breeze and I'm forgiven my helmet hair at work. Some Oil of Olay clean cloths to scrub off the road dirt and I'm ready to avoid making the coffee run at work. (Sorry, no *$ on the scoot!)
I haven't done much to her, as she's commutable right out of the box. But, the suspension is a little pansy, so I had to loosen the rear a little to compensate for the front. Also added a little oil to the front forks to stiffen them up and pulled out the forks a bit as they had stiction. Eew.
I'm currently looking for another old carbureted Ninja to rebuild. I really want something more aggressive to play with on the hill. The FZ just isn't there. Besides, my leathers are Kawi green - gotta match!
My past loves:
1999 Kawi ZX6r. Oh yes, Kawi green. Did 30k miles a year commuting on her and three track days. Well, two and a half - rained off T-Hill at lunch. Friggen loved her. The ex totaled her, so I bought her and put her back together. (Of course with his help, tools and the shop manual.) I love shop manuals. She was my very best friend until aforementioned ex took her in a settlement and turned her into a track bike. That's where the FZ came into my life.
1988 Kawi EL 250. Bought her sight unseen, without M-Class license for $800. She was every girls favorite cherry-popper, next to the Nighthawk. Only had her about a year due to moving far far away and being unable to commute her poor old soul over HWY 17. She was a sprinter, not a distance runner. Oh, no real sprinting either, but I loved her just the same. Through some freak of nature of past owners, she had 3 pegs.
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She is a silver 2004 Yamaha FZ6. Yes, she's kinda toury, but still stylish. She has the same engine as an R6, but de-tuned (read neutered.) Her bars are high and her pegs sit forward, and oh what I wouldn't do for a gel seat. Since the clutch in my Evo took a dump, I've been commuting on her. 20 miles of slab each way. She gets 40 mpg and access to the carpool lane, should I decide to stay behind the cagers - I love California. Parking is a breeze and I'm forgiven my helmet hair at work. Some Oil of Olay clean cloths to scrub off the road dirt and I'm ready to avoid making the coffee run at work. (Sorry, no *$ on the scoot!)
I haven't done much to her, as she's commutable right out of the box. But, the suspension is a little pansy, so I had to loosen the rear a little to compensate for the front. Also added a little oil to the front forks to stiffen them up and pulled out the forks a bit as they had stiction. Eew.
I'm currently looking for another old carbureted Ninja to rebuild. I really want something more aggressive to play with on the hill. The FZ just isn't there. Besides, my leathers are Kawi green - gotta match!
My past loves:
1999 Kawi ZX6r. Oh yes, Kawi green. Did 30k miles a year commuting on her and three track days. Well, two and a half - rained off T-Hill at lunch. Friggen loved her. The ex totaled her, so I bought her and put her back together. (Of course with his help, tools and the shop manual.) I love shop manuals. She was my very best friend until aforementioned ex took her in a settlement and turned her into a track bike. That's where the FZ came into my life.
1988 Kawi EL 250. Bought her sight unseen, without M-Class license for $800. She was every girls favorite cherry-popper, next to the Nighthawk. Only had her about a year due to moving far far away and being unable to commute her poor old soul over HWY 17. She was a sprinter, not a distance runner. Oh, no real sprinting either, but I loved her just the same. Through some freak of nature of past owners, she had 3 pegs.