Suzuki C50T 2006

It was a great day to get my new motorcycle. I snuck out of work at noon. The itch to buy my new bike was too great. I spent 20 hours the previous weekend taking the safety course. The day before, I spent an hour at the DMV getting the new license. I had planned to leave work around 3pm, but I couldn't wait to pick out my new wheels.

By now, you have seen the 2001 Kymoc People 50, I picked up for $1200 in September. I loved riding it so much I had to upgrade to a full sized motorcycle. Rolling down the road on the scooter, I was starving. I pulled into a Chinese restaurant for some dim-sum. Pretty good, little rolls that barely filled me.

I got to the dealership and went outside to the tent they set up with a few other barely used motorcycles. The salesman soon came out to see me and pointed out a few bikes. I really had my eye on an orange Kawasaki Vulcan. He pointed out my bike and said it would be perfect for me. I wasn't sold. The bike looked dusty and like it hadn't been treated well. We moved inside.

Sitting on the Vulcan, I felt great. I wanted it. They started to run the financial information and they decided I should try to get a Honda. Right next to me was a blue Honda Interstate. Another beautiful bike that fit me as well. After 10 minutes sitting on it, I was ready to buy, but being the conscious consumer, I waited. My sister-in-law was on here way and I wanted someone else's opinion on this, my first vehicle purchase. So I waited. The dealership lackies, chomping at the bit to get me into a loan on a $10k bike(plus any accessories that I needed).

About 30 minutes later, around 3pm, she arrived at the dealership. I showed off the three choices that rattled around my head. It came down to the best deal. The white rumble bike!

Rumble Rumble.

They pulled her out her resting place, so I could resurrect the beast back to life. I flipped my right left over the black leather seat, kicked the stand from its extend position and looked down at the 650lbs mammoth of engineering genius. My left hand curled on the clutch and I pushed her lightning faced button. She roared to life. Whirling out the comb-webs and dust that crawled into her chrome finished pipes. First move. The suspension flexes and the pistons fire and my heart fills with the adrenaline of this two-wheeler doing its thing. I make three lefts around the bike and back into the parking lot. This is going to be my bike.

Next is the long wait and several pieces of paper work. I mean they take forever. It was three more hours at the dealership.

Insurance.
Talking on the phone with the most awkward guy, that I would later meet. He's all trying to explain to me about how insurance works. C'mon little guy, I have a degree in mathematics with a minor in accounting finance. We did underwriting and calculations for risk analysis.

Now, for the waiting game. I tried on a few jackets. A nice $400 armor laden and thick to prevent road rash. Something, I will need to pick up in the future or need someone to get for me ;) The time slowed and slowed, but finally it was my turn to sign the paper work. They added a $1500 warrantee to the bike to cover all oil changes for three years and two full turns each year. I think its a pretty sweet deal.

We finally finished everything and it was time to head home. They cleaned off the bike and swung it around to he front. All cleaned off I count wait to get back on her and roar away into the sunset. Ok, I was heading east and the sun does down the other way, but to my bed. I was fucking tired and starving.

As before, I pulled down the clutch. A low whine. Didn't start. What the heck. I give it a little gas, still nothing. The salesman run her back around to give it another charge. More waiting.

Second try. I pull in the clutch. Starts right up. My sister-in-law is pretty stoked to follow me home in my scooter, as it is way faster than her Chinese garbage scooter. We take off.

I'm ear to ear smiles. The bike is smoother than I could imagine. I'm yelling in my head. "move bitch, get out the way" as I roll down on the throttle around traffic, but the excitement is short lived. Three miles down the road, the bike stalls in the middle of the road and the battery dies. I make an easy left running the bike across the two lane road into a dirt lot and up a hill. My sister in law soon catches up and pulls into the same lot. I quickly get back on the phone to the salesman with her phone, mine died hours ago and would have been stuck catching the train home.

They send out a mechanic who is missing the correct sized hex wrench. New plan, he decides that he will push me and get the started that way. Which is a horrible idea, as I am a good 60lbs heavier than this small mechanic. We switch places after one push. I push down the hill and the my white beast roars to life. We finally are back on the road at 8pm and headed for he safety of home. I make it to the entrance of my apartment complex and she dies again. I make the walk of shame down the complex. A brand new bike and I am relished to pushing her to her new home.

The next day I head back to the dealership with the few other things I need to finish off the loan paperwork and set up the loan payment. They handed me a brand new battery. After a few hours on the charger at home, I dropped the battery into the bike and she roared back to life as easy as the first time.

So, yeah new awesome bike only 2300 miles and a pretty much brand new bike.

Watch me ride off into the night!