I finally got my bike on Wednesday. I'd been searching craigslist for months, mostly just looking for the sake of looking. I'm a cheapy and would rather not spend a whole lot on a first bike, since I know it won't be my last, and I know I'm going to end up putting it through hell.
Most used bikes around here go for about 2k+, more often than not, +++. I found a bike going for 900 a couple of weeks ago. Of course, I clicked on the link, but it turned out to be an old 600 sport bike. I have nothing against old, and I have nothing against sport bikes, but you guys (and ladies) have all driven into my head the idea of 600+newbie=epic fail.
So I closed out the window and moved on. Well, tried to move on. I looked at it some more and decided I would just go have a look at it. I brought a friend with me who knows about bike mechanics and asked him to take a look. He did and was surprised at how well-maintained it was. So I went for it.
So now I have myself a 1994 Yamaha FZR600R. It was different from what I expected, though. The throttle seems pretty forgiving. It doesn't jump at a twitch of the throttle. Brakes are smooth and not so sensitive that you feel like you're going to fly forward off the bike. All around, it just wasn't what I expected, after hearing all the bad things about having a 600. Or maybe I'm just being more cautious than I realize - my upper back and shoulders have been so sore, from tensing up while riding.

But I still don't condone starting out on a 600 (hypocritical, yes). In fact, if finances allow, I'll probably put this one up for a bit and wait for a 250 to find its way to me. I'm so nervous BECAUSE it's a 600 (I think it's just in my head at this point), and am not riding as well as I could be. I think with a 250, I might be a little more comfortable and be able to develop the skills that I need. I can ride on the streets ok right now - I'm not a pancake yet - but I'd like to eventually get on a mountain road and ride the twisties. I think that having this bike just won't allow me to get that good, or at least not for a veeeery long time.
Anyway, there's my story. I finally have a bike. Took long enough. I'm happy, but I'm ready for something smaller, so that I can work up to something bigger. This was just a chance that I really didn't want to pass up.
And I dearly love getting waves from other bikers.
