Decided to take a day off today and either do a track day with the R6 or do some break in riding on the WR250R depending on weather. Rain makes for a so-so track day, so WRR it was. I rode from Renton, WA to the Gifford-Pinchot National Forest southeast of Mount Rainier. That's a 220 ish mile round trip by the backroad route I took, and it rained cold buckets in both directions. Even with that, there were lots of twisties and great scenery. The whole time I was wandering around the roads and trails in the national forest it was rain free, and the sun even came out for a while. My observations after this ride and a couple photos are as follows:
1. Some very limited off road experience from 32 years ago means I have a steep learning curve ahead of me. The bike is much more capable than me.
2. I now more thoroughly understand why real off road boots incorporate shin protection.
3. Any buyer remorse over feeling slimed by the dealer is completely gone. This thing is fun.
4. It's almost as fun as a sport bike in the twisties in a gear shifty, upright, diving into the corners kind of way. I understand the super moto appeal.
5. This thing has the little engine that could. Keep her wound up and it just keeps pulling. I'm happy with the engine performance as is and like the quietness of it. It'll be even more fun when I stop worrying about break in.
6. The 4.5 gallon fuel tank will really improve the adventure potential.
7. Based on my limited assessment of Western Washington mud, the next set of tires will be the most aggressive DOT knobbies I can find.
8. A bash plate and brush guards are high on the list.
9. Sprocket change to lower the gear ratio will really help with the single track.
10. Got to get tire repair stuff sooner rather than later. I felt naked without it.
The trail in the picture is number 275 "Krause Ridge," and believe it or not, only street legal motorcycles are allowed. You can see from the one photo that I'm parked on about a 10 to 15 degree slope (look at the tree trunks). I could not make the climb all the way up that hill, which I'm sure speaks more to my skill level than anything (but maybe the tires too?). I was plowing up in first gear and eventually got to the point where the rear wheel was going like crazy but the bike was stopped. I wasn't digging in, just sitting about 3 inches deep in the mud with the knobs clogged up. I was about a mile or 2 into a 4.4 mile loop at that point. Got her turned around and went back down. After practicing ripping around on the dirt roads some, I tried the trail a second time and made it maybe a hundred yards farther. So then I headed into town (Randall, WA) for lunch. I was feeling pretty good about myself what with being all dirt bikey and stuff, until I turned the map over that I'd gotten from the ranger and saw that the trail I 'd gotten stuck on climbing that little hill was rated as "easiest!" Humbling. I'm glad I didn't accidentally stumble into one of the "expert" trails!