Hi all,
I did it. I finally replaced my missing (stolen) Fe501 that I bought new in 1998. I built another one out of spare parts, but it just wasn't the same. My wife gave me permission (after 43 years together she has that right) to go crazy and buy a new one so about 2 weeks ago I started the decision process. This is the result.
I had my heart set on a '07 Fe550 and sent a PM to Brett to see if any of his dealers in cold country might have excess inventory that was not moving. I thought that perhaps they would possibly be motivated to make a little better deal. Can’t blame me for trying, eh?
As it turned out, I stopped by our local dealer to get a fender for my spare bike and found that he had just received 2 '06 Fe650's. Our local dealer and his dad are long-time old friends of mine, but they are stingy (good business men) so I did not expect much.
I had already talked to BOSS and Dan, both of whom were very cordial and helpful (if I was wealthy I’d buy a new bike from both of them just because), but when I saw the 650's in person it was all over. Within 20 minutes I had arranged to buy one -- the arithmetic was easy -- I saved a bunch of money over the price of an'07 550. Even though I paid Nevada State Sales Tax it worked out in my favor. In fact I would have had to pay the tax anyway when I got it registered for dual-sport so there was little advantage in buying out-of-state.
When I got it home I checked all the fasteners, did a thorough inspection (it is a thing of beauty) and then took a spin around the block.
First impressions:
-This thing vibrates!
-Man! It has huge torque! And it isn't broken in yet!
-Fairly quiet for a big bore
-Nimble and steers with a light feel
-It is tall
-The suspension feels stiff
-The seat is like a rock compared to my Guts Racing Tall Seat on my old bike
-This bike is going to be a total handful when I get it out in the desert the first time.
So, I secured it back in the garage and finally pulled my self away from it when exhaustion overcame my glee at 0300.
2 days later I went riding with tuts and any trepidation that I may have had about not being able to control the beast evaporated into euphoria. In the inimitable words of Bobzilla “OOOOOOWEEEE! HOLY CRAP BATMAN!â€Â
I did it. I finally replaced my missing (stolen) Fe501 that I bought new in 1998. I built another one out of spare parts, but it just wasn't the same. My wife gave me permission (after 43 years together she has that right) to go crazy and buy a new one so about 2 weeks ago I started the decision process. This is the result.
I had my heart set on a '07 Fe550 and sent a PM to Brett to see if any of his dealers in cold country might have excess inventory that was not moving. I thought that perhaps they would possibly be motivated to make a little better deal. Can’t blame me for trying, eh?
As it turned out, I stopped by our local dealer to get a fender for my spare bike and found that he had just received 2 '06 Fe650's. Our local dealer and his dad are long-time old friends of mine, but they are stingy (good business men) so I did not expect much.
I had already talked to BOSS and Dan, both of whom were very cordial and helpful (if I was wealthy I’d buy a new bike from both of them just because), but when I saw the 650's in person it was all over. Within 20 minutes I had arranged to buy one -- the arithmetic was easy -- I saved a bunch of money over the price of an'07 550. Even though I paid Nevada State Sales Tax it worked out in my favor. In fact I would have had to pay the tax anyway when I got it registered for dual-sport so there was little advantage in buying out-of-state.
When I got it home I checked all the fasteners, did a thorough inspection (it is a thing of beauty) and then took a spin around the block.
First impressions:
-This thing vibrates!
-Man! It has huge torque! And it isn't broken in yet!
-Fairly quiet for a big bore
-Nimble and steers with a light feel
-It is tall
-The suspension feels stiff
-The seat is like a rock compared to my Guts Racing Tall Seat on my old bike
-This bike is going to be a total handful when I get it out in the desert the first time.
So, I secured it back in the garage and finally pulled my self away from it when exhaustion overcame my glee at 0300.
2 days later I went riding with tuts and any trepidation that I may have had about not being able to control the beast evaporated into euphoria. In the inimitable words of Bobzilla “OOOOOOWEEEE! HOLY CRAP BATMAN!â€Â