Showing posts with label adventure bikes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label adventure bikes. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Tom Rose's FXR

What can I say about Tom Rose, and brother Joel's FXRs?

To start with we are dealing with a very unique situation... the two bikes you see here were both purchased by Tom and Joel on the same day, came from the same crate and were absolutely identical in every way when they were bought.
They are even consecutive serial numbered bikes.

Tom says:
"Bob Chip at C&c cycle in Chariton Iowa quoted me a price that may have been below his cost on the bikes, then he held the price. Joel and I paid $7300 apiece. Retail that year was like $8600. I think the margin was about $1000. "Chippy" is an honest man. I made payments for 3 years."
I find it very fascinating to see how different both the bikes turned out to be.

It's been a 23 years give or take, and both bikes are still being ridden and used today by their only owners... and both are still just as amazing and incredibly capable as they were back when the articles were written.
Both were (and still are) way ahead of their time. Built by brilliant, forward thinking men during a era when it wasn't cool to own FXR's (lets face it... it was totally repulsive to own them) and only a few people knew how well they worked.
Tom's FXR (Kiback) has 235,000 miles on it now, and has been refined since the original article, but most of those refinements have been minor. The original motor was pulled out somewhere around 180,000 miles and replaced with a 100" Revtech motor in an attempt to get it on the road quickly. He still plans on rebuilding the stock 80" motor and running that again someday as well as a dual carb setup with a true dual track manifold.
He is currently building a new tranny with the Rev-Tech one piece main shaft kicker and Rev-Tech gears.
Tom lives in a mountainous area and so Kiback has to function as a all terrain adventure motorcycle. Basically, you are looking at a very, very large dirt bike.
Kiback gets Tom around on dirt, snow, ice, mud, gravel and pavement on a very, VERY regular basis and he has done all that with street tires...but he will be running enduro/dual sport tires by Spring.
Tom still hates battery's, electric starters and starter buttons with a hatred that burns hotter than a ten thousand suns, and happily kicks his magneto powered monster to life every time. He has told me on several occasions that he has never once regretted converting to kick only and magneto in all these years.
Tom continues to R&D his black wolf on a regular basis, most recently he switched to some Biltwell tracker bars because he had managed to bend his ultralight bars while trying not to crash in some nasty mud. He reported that not only are the Biltwell bars incredibly strong, and amazingly well built, but they are as light as his previous bars... so you know he is thrilled about that. He has also managed to shave a few pounds off here and there and is still always looking for more weight to jettison. He is now starting to resort to titanium to net as much weight loss as possible.


Tom still owns just Kiback. He has no other motorcycle for any use, and still wouldn't trade Kiback for anything else out there today.

Here are some more shots that Tom has sent me of him adventuring on his big black wolf bike.

Brother Joel has recently redesigned his intakes, and is now trying a set of hard bags to see if he likes them. He is also experimenting with hydroforming some exhaust components for it. It still runs very...very...hard.
It should be pointed out that as fast as it was when the article was written... it still needed to be dialed in a bit and it is now much faster than it was at the time.

A very special thank you goes out to Sal from Hard Life bikes for hooking me up with the magazines... I haven't been able to find my old copies for years... you rule dude.






















Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Random Adventure bike

How do you like your small displacemtent sportbikes?
Knobby shod, and covered in snow, thank you.



I smell adventure.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Adventure is a state of mind. Not a class of motorcycle.

Ok, so we all have gotten this email forwarded to us, or seen it on ADV rider before... but thanks to Tom Rose, I got a chance to review it one more time and remember just how good it was.
It is most certainly worth forwarding on to everyone in case someone missed it... and I don't all of your email addresses ... so here it is.
The infamous "Adventure Harley" email:


On Thanksgiving Day, as most of America was watching football, the Weber household was sitting around talking about bikes. We started looking though my dad�s old riding photos. These are so great that I had to share some with all of you�

My dad and some friends were Adventure Riders to the hilt back in the 1950�s. Sunday rides were the thing for these guys, with the occasional jaunt to Mexico City or somewhere thrown in for fun. First let�s introduce the characters. Here's the clan filling up for gas somewhere near Fort Collings, CO. We've got them from left to right:
Jerry Francis, 1950 Harley 74
Mike Sadusky, 1950 Harley 74
Warren Weber (my dad), 1950 Harley 74
Wendell Rea, 1942 Harley 45 CI. Notice the front knobby!

I guess the 1950 Harley 74 was 'all that', Just like the GS is (supposedly) these days. Seems pretty popular anyhow...


Here's the 'usual suspects' again taking a morning break on a nice Sunday ride.



One Sunday ride took 'em to the top of Mount Evans, elevation 14,264. This was back in the day before it was paved all the way to the top. It was, however, paved here if it hadn't been for the snow. I was recently in a similar situation on my Rally Twin coming over Pearl Pass. I thought it was touchy enough, and I didn't have a FOOT CLUTCH!!! Yikes!



Yet another 1952 Sunday ride ventured up Arapaho Pass - it's near Eldora, Colorado and is now all wilderness. Stupid lousy rotten environmental freaks, but I digress� (sigh)

The clan started out from my Dad's house in Wheat Ridge, which is a stone's throw from Golden, CO. They usually left about 8:00 a.m. If you didn't arrive on time, they'd leave you. Hard knocks. They headed up to Boulder, CO and followed the nice, twisty, scenic Boulder Canyon to Nederland. From there they headed through the town of Eldora and up Arapahoe pass.



Now some things never change. There's always that one person in the group that either insists that they absolutely positively know where to go, or that it "not that bad". In this case, the group ended up venturing down this:



Turned out that this the wrong way (DUH!). The Harley guys actually let the English bike riders be guinea pigs on this part of the ride. Must've been one of those hot-headed british riding know-it-alls that suggested it in the first place...




After some back tracking and de-mudding operations, they finally found the right trail and made it to the top at 11905 feet elevation. Nice day!




I also think these guys could've invented the "No Fear" logo. I have fear when it associates a 750 lb hard tail with a stream crossing on a trail. These guys really deserve some respect for being able to pull this off. Or they deserve to be taken away in straight jackets, I'm not really sure.




Not that they didn't dab once or twice. OK, maybe they dabbed about 100 times, but they still made it across. Now it's time to take a break and dry out.



Here�s a portrait of my dad taken in 1951, just before the start of a nice ride. Notice the cool stylish apparel. Helmet? I don't need no stinking helmet! Of course, this was pre-head injury days....



These guys also had a lot of fun just playin' around. Imagine getting a couple feet (OR MORE!) of air on a 750 HARD-TAIL Harley! This makes you GS-jumpers look like whimps, with your fancy rear suspension and all. Sheesh!







But the most insane (read: talented) member of the group in the area of piloting a Harley 74(7) through the air was a fellow named Kenny Erie. If Kenny was alive today and about 50 years younger, I'm sure he'd be one of the top names in freestyle!




These guys weren't shy of riding on a bit of snow, either. Here's Mike Sadusky on his 50 Harley. Man, I really envy this guy's legs. I bet he could straddle the 950 Adventure-S with his knees bent. Me, on the other hand, can't physically touch both toes to the ground at the same time. Mike used to drape his legs over the handle bars to stretch on those long road trips (no joking!). Who needs hiway pegs?



You'd think these guys would know when to stop. Apparently not.


These were taken up by my Dad's cabin on Mt Thorodin. Wanna park, but you're too lazy to put the side stand down? Just cram it in a snow bank and leave it like my dad did. Mike and Kenny are in the process of "parking".




You're not a real rider unless you can power slide.




Now really guys... I have said this before... I hope that you aren't buying into all that garbage out there and thinking that you can't ride to work, or ride a hour or two away on your rigid bike or your attack chopper.
And I certainly hope you aren't avoiding rain, gravel, dirt, mud, or rough terrain because your freind, or an aqaintance, or some dude on television, or some painter dude who that writes for a magazine that is suppose to be an "authority" on choppers has told you that rigids are toture devices, or that they aren't really usable forms or transportation or are less that a "real" motorcycle because they do not have a swingarm.
Cause that is all a bunch of crap.

Real men and women used to ride rigids everywhere without having to be commited to hospitals afterwards, and real men and women use to have a sense of adventure.
They use to understand that you don't need the most capable vehicle for the job... and they had a state of mind that accepted the adventure when they encountered it.

They didn't have a state of mind that sent them crying for their electric starts, or their GPS's, or their 8" of rear suspension travel, or their hand clutches, or their heated suits, heated gloves, heated boots, heated seats, heated grips and heated cofee mugs! (With their portable electric coffee bean grinders in their waterproof and armored aluminum panniers, right next to their armored laptops with aircards in them so they could Facebook their personal trainer about how many calories picking up a flopped over BMW GS with a cracked head would burn!)

It's about being ready to "Go Adventuring today" when you leave the house.
It's about overcoming and exploring and enjoying life instead of being seperated, sequestered, and coddled away from it.

You people bitch about those mindless masses riding in "cages" and how is seperates them from the world around you...and your 30 some thousand dollars worth of BMW GS with panniers full of lifes most frivoulous pleasures and your constant contact with the "real world" that you were suppose to leave behind isn't doing exactly the same thing?

You might as well drive an Escalade up that mountain pass buddy.

Get out there and use your rigid.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Bolts action boys abusing their rigids....AGAIN!

...and here we are with another awesome post with excellent pics and a vid or two from the Bolts Action boys!
This blog rules.... go check it out.
http://boltsaction.blogspot.com/

Here's the post in question:
http://boltsaction.blogspot.com/2010/02/pigeon-jump.html


More Jumping from Jeremy Jones on Vimeo.















Bonus video....

Moto Monday 4 from Jeremy Jones on Vimeo.