Ohlins is Swedish for "Oh Yeeeaaaaah"

This one was a long time coming, and in truth, most of the time, I thought it was just a personal pipe-dream. Impossible may be too implausible of a word for it, but knowing how unwilling I am to drop some serious coin on certain things, one day fitting the R1 with a set of Ohlins forks alone just didn't seem like an m.o. given their cost, even if used.

So to be able to fit these glistening legs AND a pair of billet monobloc radial calipers, well, this is the good side of pouring when it rains. :)


Ohlins forks from the donor bike, mine in the background,
transplant in progress. :)
In short, I found a same-gen Yamaha R1 being sold locally, already fitted with the bad boys along with other too-good goodies. It wasn't an option of buying just the parts that I wanted, but having a friend like Rob, who's in the biz of buying and selling bikes, he did me the favor of a lifetime by buying the whole bike to sell, but not before he swapped the parts that I wanted out of it and into my bike!


PVM 4-piston Radial Billet Monobloc Calipers - in layman terms,
if Michelangelo's hand was a CNC-machine,
this would be his painting.
I swear, at this point, I'd be happy to retire the bike and just keep it in a glass case from this day forward. :)

Normalcy

I seriously must be just a simpleton. Or a homebody.

Or unadventurous.

(Gasps! What??)


At the SSB Yamaha Sportbike Showdown,
participating as one of the Amateur builders!
Between Fort Lauderdale three weekends ago and MotoGP at Laguna Seca (Monterey) a couple of weeks ago, I was looking forward more for this past weekend than the other two. I really don't mean to sound ungrateful, but it was just really nice to not have to be anywhere, or committed to be doing anything. It's fun to be in demand every now and then, but it's the kind of fun that just takes up a lot of your resources.

The idea of vacationing to me sometimes sounds and feels exhausting, it kind of defeats the purpose.

But like I said, maybe I'm just too simple.