Two weeks ago, my little Husky got some much needed lovin’ thanks to my one man pit crew. It’s really a nice service, you should try it. All you have to do is marry some dude that loves motorcycles too and stuff just shows up in the garage. He’s like the Tooth Fairy but for motorcycles. (And will also probably smother me with a pillow for calling him a fairy.)
New beefy hoops replaced the old shagged out knobblies.
And… TA DA! I have a new seat. Now to the untrained eye this seat probably looks just like the old seat. But, this seat is a magic seat. It is full of kittens and rainbows and doesn’t cut into your bum the way the stocker did. The result? Your ass is not on fire after 50 miles.
Aside from making a world of difference comfort-wise this little number has bought me about 3/4 of an inch in height. When you’re barely able to touch the ground with both feet at the same time, that’s huge.
Though my wee Husky is already lowered an inch with a Koubalink, generally speaking I kind of have to shift one foot to the other for solid footing. But I’ve found that I don’t have to shift quite as much now. I can get my toes on the ground with one foot and kinda tippy toe with the other for stability. Size matters!
When you get a new piece of riding gear, the first moment that you put it on everything is wonderful. It’s the best jacket/pants/pair of gloves you’ve ever had. It isn’t until down the road that you find the little things about it that bug you. Or on the flip side, you find something you really appreciate about the garment. You’ve really got to put it through it’s paces in different conditions to make a fair assessment.
That is one of my biggest gripes with the way riding gear is reviewed across the web. Someone takes one ride in a jacket and gives a review. You know? Riding 20 miles in a jacket doesn’t cut it. Wear it for a week, a month, in variable conditions THEN review it.
And I get it. Reviews need to be timely to sell the current model but the process is often flawed, in my opinion.
::Taking my curmudgeon hat off::
So, on the lighter side of things – Of course I LOVE the waterproofness of the gear. But if you would’ve told me that one of the things I would appreciate most about my Klim Altitude jacket was 2 stupid clips inside the front pockets, I would’ve rolled my eyes at you. Which I’m really good, by the way.
Two stinkin’ clips.
Inside of one pocket, I clip my itty bitty point-n-shoot camera and on the other, I clip in my SPOT tracker. And then… my life is perfect.
As a motorcyclist, you know how it goes. Sometimes you pull over to the side of the road to snap a photo and have to go fumbling around pulling your (non-DSLR) camera out. Maybe you keep it in your tankbag or topbox so that it doesn’t get wet. *fumble*fumble*walk*walk*snap*walk*walk*fumble*fumble*
Because my life is now perfect, I get off the bike (or maybe not) pull the camera out of my pocket without fear of dropping it, because in my perfect life it’s clipped to me, and *snap*. Then I willy-nill-illy shove the camera back in my pocket. And I am freeeeeee!
Well, I finally broke down and ordered a Spot Gen 3 Tracker. I hope that I never, ever need it and it becomes a $150 insurance policy.
I’d been waffling on the whole topic – feeling like I never go anywhere remote enough to warrant having one. But as history shows, I could fling myself down in to a ravine or get into trouble a few hundred miles from home just as easily as some highfalutin globe trotter.
The more I thought about it, the more I realized that just in the last 6 months I have been quite a few places that had no cell service. So,… what the hell? At the very least my mom can watch my progress on a road trip. (No matter how old you are you’re always Mama’s baby.)
They are offering a $50 rebate on the Spot Gen 3 right now if you’re on the fence. Perhaps that will sway you a bit.
Have you or anyone you know benefitted directly from using a Spot?