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After my motorcycle accident, my helmet got a pretty good size chunk knocked out of it, and I had to replace it. My last helmet, an AGV X-Vent, I got a really good deal on by ordering it online. This time I decided I’d try to find the correct helmet size and shape for my head. I’d heard that Cycle Gear has a good selection of helmets, I headed to a store in Lomita to try them on. The woman at the store wasn’t too helpful, gave some vague recommendations, and I settled on a Shoei RF1000 in extra large. It felt pretty good. They didn’t have the color I wanted, and I wanted to try on some other brands that they didn’t have in my size.

The next weekend on route to a visit in the Valley, we drove to the Cycle Gear in Canoga Park. I mentioned to the guy that I needed a new helmet, and I’d like to find one that fit me properly. He asked if I was interested in having them help me find a helmet, which of course I was. We spent the first 5 minutes discussing the differences between all the major brands, which they prefer to wear and use and why. Nick measured my head with a tape measure, and told me that I was on the border between a medium and a large. This blew my mind, I’d been wearing an XL since I started riding, I didn’t realize how snug “snug” should be.

I tried on a bunch of Shoei helmets, medium was too tight, after trying on 3 different models I’d found one that fit ok, the same one I’d tried on at the other store, but in a size smaller. I’d wanted to try Arai helmets, they make them in 3 different shell shapes, round, medium oval, and long oval, so that they fit a wider range of head styles. The Quantum, round, was way too short on my head, but when I put on the Arai Signet, it fit like a glove. He had me wear it around the store for 10 minutes, making sure it didn’t rub anywhere or feel too tight. He told me about how it’d break in, how the helmet would fit differently after a few weeks, making sure that it wouldn’t be too lose after that. I picked my color and ordered my helmet, it showed up at the store within a couple of days. Trying my old helmet on side by side with the new one is somewhat staggering, the old one feels like it flops around on my head way too much now that I realize how a helmet should fit. The Signet was a pretty serious chunk of change, but as the conventional wisdom says “if you have a $50 head, buy a $50 helmet.”

Arai is an interesting case because they’ve stopped selling helmets online for exactly this reason. They claim that some huge percentage of riders are wearing helmets that are 1-2 sizes too big. They’re clearly losing volume by refusing to sell online, but by forcing people to go in and be fitted for a new helmet, I think they’re doing right by their customers.

The real reason I wanted to relate this story doesn’t have to do with helmet sizing, but rather with how rewarding a retail transaction can be if done right. I had no interest in going home and looking for a lower price somewhere, either from a shady ebay dealer who sells online and shouldn’t or calling around and getting some other dealer to beat Cycle Gear’s price. They sold the helmet at a fair price, and the service I got was outstanding. I won’t hesitate to go back to them for other equipment when the time comes. Clearly there are plenty of goods that aren’t as important to see, feel, or try on before purchasing, but thoughtful customer service can make a world of difference, turning a casual shopper into a dedicated customer. I’m clearly a proponent of online commerce, but really excellent customer service is such a rarity these days, it feels like something you should cherish if you’re lucky enough to find it.

Banged up helmet



I got lane changed into last week on the 10 freeway

Giving You The Best Function & Sensation

I noticed Leonard’s photo of a scooter in Taiwan with an amazing slogan on the side. I showed it to Jeremy, who came up with a site that catalogs “Taiwanglish”, which appears to consist mostly of product taglines translated sloppily to english, often with hilarious results. Some of the best slogans on scooters include:

We Reach for the Sky: Neither Does Civilization
Duke: This Is a New Concept for Creative Your Life
No One in the World Can Be My Best Partner Except the Zippy Difa Duke Dio Tact for New Generation
and perhaps my favorite:
Super Computer Access Powered by Blitz

Went for a ride

Last Sunday I went for a ride with a guy I met through So-Cal SV Riders. He has a SV650 he was considering selling (he is too tall for it), and I was thinking about buying one. Rather than just head over to his place for a quick test ride, We agreed to take a ride together, and we’d swap bikes for a bit. We met up in Santa Monica, and then took off up the PCH to Malibu, where we stopped for a cup of coffee. A 15 minute stop turned into 45 minutes or an hour, as we ended up chatting with a salty-dog old rider who is trading in his Ducati 748/996 homemade bike for a CR450 based Supermotard. Anyway, when we finished we switched keys, and took off from the Coffee Bean.

I was having a blast. This bike was everything my GS500 wasn’t. It was smooth and powerful, making gobs of torque pretty much everywhere in the powerband. I was grinning like an idiot. After a ride down Malibu Canyon, I hung a left onto Piuma, a very tight and slow road, with tons of low speed hairpin turns. I flipped up my visor and told my riding companion to be careful, since it was a tough road, and then we took off. A couple minutes up the road, we came to a really tight right hand turn. I went into the turn slow and then got on the gas coming out of it. Coming out I heard a weird metallic noise. I thought to myself “that can’t be the guy i’m riding with, he’s too far back. I hope his motorcycle didn’t just make that noise.” I looked back in his mirrors and there it was, my motorcycle, lying helpless in the road.

The rider was fine, his leathers left him with merely a scrape on his thumb. My bike wasn’t quite so lucky. In addition to all the scraped up parts you’d expect, the front brake lever was snapped off and the right side engine cover was smashed up. We righted the bike and started it up. It ran like crap, but I did manage to limp it home, relying on engine braking, my nearly nonexistant rear brake, and a healthy dose of caution.

The problem with riding an inexpensive old bike is that it’s often more expensive to repair than the bike is worth. The guy I was riding with couldn’t have been cooler about what happened, and we worked out a deal where I’d sell the bike on ebay, and he’d write me a check for the difference between what it sells for and the value of the bike, pre-crash. So after a week of commuting to work in a car (man, that is a nightmare), and with the trusty old GS up for auction on ebay, it was time to find a new ride. I ended up finding a 2000 SV650 in great shape in Koreatown, and I absollutely love it. I can’t imagine ever getting rid of this bike.

Motorcycle Mechanics Institute, here I come!

Motorcycle Mechanics Institute, here I come!

My cousin Randy and I spent the better part of Saturday afternoon working on my motorcycle, in an attempt to clear up the coughing/hesitation it’s been experiencing, as well as the way it’s been running rough, especially when wound up to over 7,000 rpm. Replacing the inline fuel filter was the plan of attack. A couple hours later, covered with grease and having dumped at least a quart of gas from the tank onto the ground and onto me while taking it off and putting it back on, it was immensely satisfying to thumb the starter and have the engine come back to life, running better than it ever has. As Randy said, “For a couple of amateur hacks, we did ok.”

Of course, every job like this needs a victory ride, so we took off from his house in the Hollywood Hills, up Mullholland and down into Bel Air (my they have big houses), down into the Valley (it’s pretty frickin’ hot there in the summer), through topanga canyon (it dropped about 20 degrees when we dipped into the canyon) to the PCH. The last quarter mile of Topanga is amazing, you come out of some blind turns, rise a bit, and all the sudden the Pacific comes into view, sparkling blue, and you drop back down to the ocean. Los Angeles can be a really beautiful and amazing place to live.

Yum. Right now it is

Yum. Right now it is just a dream, but some day it will be mine! I wish dealers gave test rides, but it’s just the bike I rode out in the desert, a few generations evolved. That bike was a blast, and I imagine this will be even more impressive.

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