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My First Ride Ever... The FZ That Got Away

by John Inama
Associate Editor
Beginner Bikes Magazine

Even though it happened a few years ago, I thought I'd share my first riding experience.

I was working at a small factory in my hometown, which, curiously enough, was full of young men who rode motorcycles. At times, it would look more like a used bike shop than a factory. The manager had three bikes, all Hondas - an old VF1000R which he stored in the back, a VTR1000 Super Hawk (red and absolutely gorgeous) and later an RC51. One supervisor had first a Ninja 600R, followed by an R6, another had a CBR1000 Hurricane, and other employees had, at one point or another, a Virago 250, a Ninja ZX-6, a Katana 600, an FZ600, a Kawasaki 440LTD, and a big fat Harley.

In this environment, it was natural that my long-lost love for motorcycles was reborn (I traced it back to CHiPs on Saturday nights when I was about 6 or 7, but that's another story). I started scouring the classifieds for bikes, working overtime for the extra money, and buying motorcycle magazines like they were going out of style. Then, opportunity arrived.

Yamaha FZ 600It arrived in the form of the aforementioned FZ600. The owner recently upgraded to a ZX-9 Ninja, and was selling the old Yammie for $500. It was a sorry little bike. It had been dropped more times than the big ball at Times Square. The upper faring was tilted off-center. The bike was repainted - if a couple guys with spray cans counts as repainted - burgundy, although gas overflow washed away some of the paint on the tank, leaving a smear mark on the left side.

But, it ran. And ran well, a point seconded by another employee, the owner of the Hurricane. It only needed a voltage regulator to be 100%. So, I said I was interested, and the owner left bike, keys and helmet at the plant for me to check it out.

Now, apart from my Huffy, I'd never ridden a bike before. So, was I afraid of a 600 sportbike? Hell no. I pulled on the helmet, turned the key, pressed the starter button, clicked it in gear (I had already learned how to "theoretically" ride a bike), gave it some gas, let out the clutch... and stalled it.

I tried again. This time I gave it too much gas, and the bike nearly flew out from under me. I managed to get in under control with a "flailing foot" technique.

I tried again, and this time, I was riding. Wow. My palms were sweaty, my heart was pounding harder than the machines churning next to me, and my feet were still flailing. I finally tucked them in, gave it a little more gas, and rode out the door into the back parking lot.

I rode around and around, out the back, down the road a bit, to the front parking lot, back around, around and around, I was loving it. I managed to get to third gear after a while, at an indicated 40 mph. I don't care, it felt like light speed to me. After my last turn around, I decided to put it back. I was going to buy it.

Then something strange happened. I was at a complete stop, waiting to pull out onto the road for my last loop into the back parking lot, when the bike started to lean to the left. By the time I had realized it, it was too late. I tried with all my strength, but my leg couldn't hold the weight. Down it went. I was able to jump free, but there it was, the poor little FZ, on it's side again.

I panicked. I grabbed the handgrip and the seat, and shoved. The bike was a lot lighter than I had thought. Did you ever go to the fridge to grab the milk, and thinking it's full, lift hard, only to discover there's only a drop left? Well, that's what happened. Right over on the right side.

I got my bearings, lifted it up, and pushed it to the back parking lot. It had lost some gas on the initial drop, and something was leaking out of the engine. Total damage: one broken turn signal, one broken clutch lever, and one oil plug, along with a few quarts of oil.

Then came the hard part. The first was calling the owner, telling him I'm not buying his bike, and oh, by the way, I dropped it. The second was telling my wife I had to pay 50 bucks to fix someone else's bike.

A few years have passed since then, but I can remember that ride as if it happened last week. I've never come close to riding since. I still think of that bike. I should have bought it. I feel a connection with it, like we shared a major moment in my life. I'm also a sucker for hard-luck cases.

The moral of the story: when you find your bike, buy it. No matter what. And keep both feet firmly planted when you stop.



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