Welcome to my very first post on a brand-new page on my blog. This blog is going to be about the joy and the pain of living with my brand-new 2016 Yamaha WR 450F.
The fact is I haven't started living with my Yamaha just yet, it's still at Fremont Motorsports in Florence Colorado and it looks like it's going to be a couple of weeks before I can bring it home. I did get to sit on it the other day but not for long and that was by my choice and not there's, because frankly it feels like I'm sitting on a 2 x 4. The seat is hard and narrow, and my feet dangle helplessly several inches from the floor. I could've sat there with my feet on the foot pegs but I don't trust kickstands to hold me up because I've seen them break before.
With a 38 inch seat height I don't think a yoga instructor could get on and off that bike gracefully. I had to stand on the foot peg to get on at all and even then it was a struggle. Now bear in mind I'm 6 foot tall and have about a 34 inch inseam, but I've got more days behind me than I do ahead of me and I don't bend like I used to.
The solution to this problem is obviously that the bike needs to be lowered. The salesman measured from the bottom of my foot to the floor and determined that I'm 3 inches from being able to flatfoot when I stop. So what were doing is this, I've ordered a seat that's 1 inch lower than the factory seat, now taking 1 inch of foam off of that seat is going to make it pretty thin, so I'm keeping the factory seat just in case, the dealer ordered a Yamalink that's made for the 2016 WR450 and its supposed to drop it another inch and a quarter. That should leave my feet hovering about three quarters of an inch above the ground, and I'm hoping they can adjust the suspension to bring it down that much.
The other reason its still in the shop is that I'm having it titled as a street bike. As you know the WR 450 is an off-road bike here in America but fortunately Colorado has been very generous in their rules about what constitutes a street bike. Fremont Motorsports is handling all the paperwork so all I have to do is request a highway patrolman to come to the dealership and sign a paper saying that it has all the street legal equipment on it and I'll be good to go. So with a couple of DOT tires, some odds and ends like a horn, a mirror, and a brake light switch, I can be cruising the twisties in the Colorado mountains just like I belong there.
Yes I know the head looks like it's on backwards, and that's because Japan is on the other side of the earth so their left is our right. When the bike is in Japan it looks perfectly normal.