There are many things to love about our bike: it'll get you anywhere a tank could go, and some places a tank couldn't. It's probably the most economical motorized transport you could have other than a motor-assisted bicycle or scooter. It'll tolerate a tremendous amount of abuse. It's the perfect bike for the apocalypse (zombie or otherwise), and you could argue that that makes it more badass than any other bike right out of the gate.
However, I find myself compelled to ask: how much, in your heart of hearts, do you enjoy the moment-to-moment experience of riding this thing?
On pavement, I wish it was a cruiser. On dirt, I wish it was an uncompromising dirt bike. When cagers get stupid (which means very often), I hate its sluggish acceleration because I can't escape danger the way I would like.
Does this resonate with any of you? Ever feel you pay a high price for the KLR's versatility?
However, I find myself compelled to ask: how much, in your heart of hearts, do you enjoy the moment-to-moment experience of riding this thing?
On pavement, I wish it was a cruiser. On dirt, I wish it was an uncompromising dirt bike. When cagers get stupid (which means very often), I hate its sluggish acceleration because I can't escape danger the way I would like.
Does this resonate with any of you? Ever feel you pay a high price for the KLR's versatility?