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The longest journey was two weeks and 2500 miles in California. I started in Azusa (northeast of LA) and rode west until I hit ocean. I rode Highway 1 north until it ended, picked up the 101 for a very short stint, and then rode the avenue of the giants from end to end. I turned around and backtracked to pick up mattole road, and took that back west through some beautiful country called the Kings Range. I stopped in Honeydew, which used to be an empty, desolate town with a few farmers here and there. Now it's a major weed growing area, with bleary-eyed college students making pilgrimage to get the good stuff right from the source. There are tye-die t-shirts with the different "flavors" of pot from the area. It's become touristy and dumb. But then, last time I was there was 2004-ish, and time marches on. I rode up to Ferndale and then up north hugging the coast as much as I could, going through loleta and bayview, then heading west across Tuluwat island to Samoa. I then turned north and curved eastward through Manila and Arcata. A this point, there weren't any more backroad choices to continue north, I had to choose the 101, or optionally take every "business 101" in every small town just to get a break from the monotony. My goal was to hit Oregon just to add another state to my list of "states I've ridden in", but 10 minutes into the ride on the highway, I realized I wasn't having fun anymore. I was just trying to bag a state, and it was two hours to oregon and another two back here, on a soulless multilane highway.
So I pulled off and turned around. I made it back to sunny brae, and then turned down freshwater road. In kneeland it turned to gravel, and I suffered on through with bouncy, pogo-ing shocks that were constantly bottoming out. I finally got to 36, and headed east and gunned it. This was more the SG400's forte - long high speed sweepers. Even with bad rear shocks it performed pretty well here, and I was going at a fair clip. I went through Chester and got a some food, then backtracked and turned onto 89 South. I rode through the burned-out remains of the town of Greenville. The wildfires took the entire town, there was no structure left. Lamp poles were melted and sagging, debris everywhere, but perfect sidewalks and roads and clean streets and curbs. It was spooky. There were people there digging through the rubble looking for anything left to salvage. It was really sad.
I went through Graeagle and noticed more and more and more fire damage. I made it to Truckee on a nice 70 degree evening, found a hotel, and got some rest. I woke up the next day to snow and 28 degrees. I dicked around for a while until it got above freezing, threw on my heated liner and once again headed out. My original plan was to hit Reno, Nevada, but it was cold and snow the entire way. So instead I got the fuck off the mountain, and headed southwest on 80, then picked up 49 and went through pacerville, merced falls, and from there east and south on Hornitos road. I pulled into Mariposa for a hotel and found a great saloon. It was the local's dive bar, not the touristy expensive restaurants and bars on the main drag. It was fun. From there on I was running out of time, so I aimed myself towards LA. I got on 99 south and went through some very interesting farming and industrial areas. Somehow even the industrial areas were picturesque. Eventually I picked up highway 5 south of bakersfield and just opened the throttle. I don't know if you guys are aware, but the speed limit is completely ignored on highway 5. I cranked it up to 90 and was still being passed. So I wound it out, and held it at 94 mph for miles and miles. I didn't drop below 85mph the entire time I was on highway 5.
As I got into LA proper traffic started to pile up, and I just lane split my entire way back to Azusa. GPS thought it was going to take me 3 hours, and I made it in less than half that time. The bike is low and agile but also stable, and it's SUPER easy to lane split with. It turned what would have been an agonizing section of road in North Carolina into a fun, exciting obstacle course. Finally back in Azusa, I got a hotel and took all my luggage off. I spent the next day riding around the hot LA desert unencumbered by luggage. It was a lot nicer ride with those shocks. Eventually I brought the bike back to CSC, and they crated it up and sent it to my house via railcar, while I flew home. Total was just under 2500 miles from start to finish.
I hjad the first oil change done by a harley shop in Fort Bragg, and I did the first valve adjustment myself the following morning, in a secluded campsite. Valve adjustment was easy, getting the tank on and off without a helper was a bit of a challenge, but i managed. The bike made good power the entire trip. I didn't beat on it, but I didn't baby it either, I just broke it in by riding how I wanted to ride it. It made better power every day until it hit about 1500 miles, and then leveled off. It would go up steep california hills in 6th gear at 70mph without needing to downshift at all.
So yeah, my first trip with it was with the stock suspension. I'm 285 lbs and had 60 pounds of gear with me. By the end of the trip I had mailed half my gear home. I decided I was told old and it was too friggin cold at night for me to camp. Since I was now hoteling it, that got rid of a tent, a tarp, a sleeping bag, mess kit, and more. After the first 1500 or so miles, I also sent all my tools home. The bike seemed reliable and I had already adjusted the valves for the first time, so I kept a tiny socket set, the tools I'd need to adjust my chain, and my multitool and sent the rest back home. In fact, I didn't need to adjust the chain the entire trip. It's a 530 x-ring chain, and even though the bike sits at 3500 miles right now, I still havent' needed to adjust it at all. The bike also used no oil or coolant the entire trip. Oil was still amber, in fact.
Once I got back to NC, and the bike eventually made its way to my house (It was supposed to take 4 days but it took more than a month because railyard workers in Louisiana all quit. So my crate hung out there for more than three weeks!!). Got the bike back, and of course now it's almost december and balls cold. I experimented with shocks. I bought the absolute cheapest 15" chinese shocks on eBay, bolted them on, and went for a ride. And well, shit. They were FAR better than stock. They were $40 RFY clones. And RFY was a clone of an ancient Ohlins design. So I had a clone of a clone shocks on the bike, and they were adequate. If the bike had come with these shocks, I wouldn't have complained. They had enough preload, and while the rebound damping was still too slow, it was ENORMOUSLY BETTER than the stock pogo sticks. With the stock shocks I'd hit a bump and bottom the shock, then it would bounce four times. Usually the first bounce also bottomed the shock. With the cheapest eBay shocks I could find, there was still a bit of a bounce, but no bottoming, no wallow, and no handling issues. I got these shocks mostly so I could play with raising the ride height in the rear. Stock shocks were 14.5", and I thought the bike handled a little slowly so I raised the rear to 15", and that seemed like a nice sweet spot. If the bike had come with these shocks, I would have still upgraded them eventually, but they would have been completely adequate for the bike. I would have had a better time on my trip as well. (meaning, I could have ridden faster and taken the gravel route more often)
Now that I had the height sorted, I ordered a pair of YSS shocks for the bike, and have been very happy with them. I'm a heavy guy tho, and the YSS might be too stiff for Joe Average. Damping is a tad too fast on these, making me feel every little tar snake or bit of gravel on the road. Which is better than wallowing, great for twisties, but still not exactly perfect. I may make a bunch of measurements and have hagon custom-make me a pair, but for now the YSS shocks are working great.
So... there's my story so far.
Charles.
The longest journey was two weeks and 2500 miles in California. I started in Azusa (northeast of LA) and rode west until I hit ocean. I rode Highway 1 north until it ended, picked up the 101 for a very short stint, and then rode the avenue of the giants from end to end. I turned around and backtracked to pick up mattole road, and took that back west through some beautiful country called the Kings Range. I stopped in Honeydew, which used to be an empty, desolate town with a few farmers here and there. Now it's a major weed growing area, with bleary-eyed college students making pilgrimage to get the good stuff right from the source. There are tye-die t-shirts with the different "flavors" of pot from the area. It's become touristy and dumb. But then, last time I was there was 2004-ish, and time marches on. I rode up to Ferndale and then up north hugging the coast as much as I could, going through loleta and bayview, then heading west across Tuluwat island to Samoa. I then turned north and curved eastward through Manila and Arcata. A this point, there weren't any more backroad choices to continue north, I had to choose the 101, or optionally take every "business 101" in every small town just to get a break from the monotony. My goal was to hit Oregon just to add another state to my list of "states I've ridden in", but 10 minutes into the ride on the highway, I realized I wasn't having fun anymore. I was just trying to bag a state, and it was two hours to oregon and another two back here, on a soulless multilane highway.
So I pulled off and turned around. I made it back to sunny brae, and then turned down freshwater road. In kneeland it turned to gravel, and I suffered on through with bouncy, pogo-ing shocks that were constantly bottoming out. I finally got to 36, and headed east and gunned it. This was more the SG400's forte - long high speed sweepers. Even with bad rear shocks it performed pretty well here, and I was going at a fair clip. I went through Chester and got a some food, then backtracked and turned onto 89 South. I rode through the burned-out remains of the town of Greenville. The wildfires took the entire town, there was no structure left. Lamp poles were melted and sagging, debris everywhere, but perfect sidewalks and roads and clean streets and curbs. It was spooky. There were people there digging through the rubble looking for anything left to salvage. It was really sad.
I went through Graeagle and noticed more and more and more fire damage. I made it to Truckee on a nice 70 degree evening, found a hotel, and got some rest. I woke up the next day to snow and 28 degrees. I dicked around for a while until it got above freezing, threw on my heated liner and once again headed out. My original plan was to hit Reno, Nevada, but it was cold and snow the entire way. So instead I got the fuck off the mountain, and headed southwest on 80, then picked up 49 and went through pacerville, merced falls, and from there east and south on Hornitos road. I pulled into Mariposa for a hotel and found a great saloon. It was the local's dive bar, not the touristy expensive restaurants and bars on the main drag. It was fun. From there on I was running out of time, so I aimed myself towards LA. I got on 99 south and went through some very interesting farming and industrial areas. Somehow even the industrial areas were picturesque. Eventually I picked up highway 5 south of bakersfield and just opened the throttle. I don't know if you guys are aware, but the speed limit is completely ignored on highway 5. I cranked it up to 90 and was still being passed. So I wound it out, and held it at 94 mph for miles and miles. I didn't drop below 85mph the entire time I was on highway 5.
As I got into LA proper traffic started to pile up, and I just lane split my entire way back to Azusa. GPS thought it was going to take me 3 hours, and I made it in less than half that time. The bike is low and agile but also stable, and it's SUPER easy to lane split with. It turned what would have been an agonizing section of road in North Carolina into a fun, exciting obstacle course. Finally back in Azusa, I got a hotel and took all my luggage off. I spent the next day riding around the hot LA desert unencumbered by luggage. It was a lot nicer ride with those shocks. Eventually I brought the bike back to CSC, and they crated it up and sent it to my house via railcar, while I flew home. Total was just under 2500 miles from start to finish.
I hjad the first oil change done by a harley shop in Fort Bragg, and I did the first valve adjustment myself the following morning, in a secluded campsite. Valve adjustment was easy, getting the tank on and off without a helper was a bit of a challenge, but i managed. The bike made good power the entire trip. I didn't beat on it, but I didn't baby it either, I just broke it in by riding how I wanted to ride it. It made better power every day until it hit about 1500 miles, and then leveled off. It would go up steep california hills in 6th gear at 70mph without needing to downshift at all.
So yeah, my first trip with it was with the stock suspension. I'm 285 lbs and had 60 pounds of gear with me. By the end of the trip I had mailed half my gear home. I decided I was told old and it was too friggin cold at night for me to camp. Since I was now hoteling it, that got rid of a tent, a tarp, a sleeping bag, mess kit, and more. After the first 1500 or so miles, I also sent all my tools home. The bike seemed reliable and I had already adjusted the valves for the first time, so I kept a tiny socket set, the tools I'd need to adjust my chain, and my multitool and sent the rest back home. In fact, I didn't need to adjust the chain the entire trip. It's a 530 x-ring chain, and even though the bike sits at 3500 miles right now, I still havent' needed to adjust it at all. The bike also used no oil or coolant the entire trip. Oil was still amber, in fact.
Once I got back to NC, and the bike eventually made its way to my house (It was supposed to take 4 days but it took more than a month because railyard workers in Louisiana all quit. So my crate hung out there for more than three weeks!!). Got the bike back, and of course now it's almost december and balls cold. I experimented with shocks. I bought the absolute cheapest 15" chinese shocks on eBay, bolted them on, and went for a ride. And well, shit. They were FAR better than stock. They were $40 RFY clones. And RFY was a clone of an ancient Ohlins design. So I had a clone of a clone shocks on the bike, and they were adequate. If the bike had come with these shocks, I wouldn't have complained. They had enough preload, and while the rebound damping was still too slow, it was ENORMOUSLY BETTER than the stock pogo sticks. With the stock shocks I'd hit a bump and bottom the shock, then it would bounce four times. Usually the first bounce also bottomed the shock. With the cheapest eBay shocks I could find, there was still a bit of a bounce, but no bottoming, no wallow, and no handling issues. I got these shocks mostly so I could play with raising the ride height in the rear. Stock shocks were 14.5", and I thought the bike handled a little slowly so I raised the rear to 15", and that seemed like a nice sweet spot. If the bike had come with these shocks, I would have still upgraded them eventually, but they would have been completely adequate for the bike. I would have had a better time on my trip as well. (meaning, I could have ridden faster and taken the gravel route more often)
Now that I had the height sorted, I ordered a pair of YSS shocks for the bike, and have been very happy with them. I'm a heavy guy tho, and the YSS might be too stiff for Joe Average. Damping is a tad too fast on these, making me feel every little tar snake or bit of gravel on the road. Which is better than wallowing, great for twisties, but still not exactly perfect. I may make a bunch of measurements and have hagon custom-make me a pair, but for now the YSS shocks are working great.
So... there's my story so far.
Charles.