I just got home from work, so I am not going to spend a whole lot of time on this post — because I should be out breaking in Apollo, my brand new 2009 Yamaha FJR1300A.
The “Feej,” as it is known by the owner community, is a sport touring bike: meant to go long distances but still have fun in twisty terrain. The FJR1300A doesn’t have as much storage room as, say, a Goldwing or BMW K1200LTE, but it weighs 2/3rds what Raptor weighed and is much easier to ride. These good “street manners” made it easy to navigate my new bike home through rush hour traffic with total confidence. I was nervous all the time bringing the nearly 1,000 pound K bike through tight city traffic; the FJR1300A feels just like my old BMW R1150R.
The “A” in FJR1300A stands for “ABS,” which became standard with the second generation model in 2006. This is not to be confused with the FJR1300AE, which is the electric clutch model. The odd thing about the FJR is that they only offer one color a year, and this year happened to be black with black rims. Luckily for me, I think black is bad to the ass.
I bought Apollo from Fredericksburg Motor Sports. My salesperson Gary and I hashed out everything via email. Everything was settled before my arrival, and if it were not for a mishap with prepping the bike ahead of time I would have been in and out in about 30 minutes. I highly recommend FMS — they have an excellent selection of motorcycles, scooters, ATVs and personal water craft. They gave me a very good price, especially after factoring in the cost of traveling out of state to get a bike at a lower price. FMS also matched a competitor’s price on the 48-month Yamaha factory extended warranty.
How many miles on the clock?
Zerooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo dot zero.
So, after a late start I was on the road. My first sixty-three miles were along the interstate. The bike is absolutely ridiculous. I made my way to 5th gear (the top gear on the FJR) and got comfortable at 80MPH to keep pace with traffic. I looked down, and the bike had just barely hit 4,000RPM … out of a redline of 11,000RPM. I knew I wasn’t supposed to do this without a proper break-in period, but I left the bike in 5th and rolled the throttle back about 1/5th a twist. Apollo surged forward, and I started to laugh uncontrollably.
I am going to ride as many miles as I can this weekend and give a better report on the performance, comfort, ergonomics, and usability of the bike as soon as possible. In the meantime, here are some pictures of Apollo, named after the hotshot pilot turned bureaucrat from Battlestar Galactica. Kind of fitting for a sportbike engine in a comfy frame.