After winning the bid and scheduling the pick up (detailed in Parts 1, 2, and 3), it was
time to get down to business and check out the 2002 Magna, a motorcycle whose
history I was still unable to totally track down. Still, it was time to go.
Ideally, I would
have preferred to register the bike and just ride it. This would allow me to
get a better feel for the bike over the long haul. But there were two reasons why this couldn't
happen:
1. A
salvage bike cannot be registered in New York State (NYS) until it goes through
a special inspection by the NYS Anti-Theft and Salvage Unit. At best, you can
apply for a five-day temporary transport pass, but that's only so you can drive
the vehicle to its inspection.
2. The
bike is a rebuilt salvage with a relatively unknown history. Trying it out for
the first time on the NYS Thruway (I-90) for about 250 miles was not where I
wanted to get a feel for it. Granted, I would have to drive 40 miles on some
beautifully windy back roads before I made it to the Thruway, but being by
myself on this trip and not being able to get a transport pass until the DMV
schedules my inspection appointment (somewhere between two weeks and three
months) made all of this a moot point anyway.
Lesson #3: If a seller's listed location is vague
(in this case, "Western, NY"), just ask what town they live in.
When I was
bidding on the bike, I set mileage parameters (as I normally do) because I
wasn't going to drive to Virginia or fly to Utah to pick it up. My
motivation for buying a bike is mostly economics – an alternative to the
thirsty 4.7 Magnum V8 in my Dodge Ram. Driving 2000 miles or even 1200 miles
round-trip would be a serious added expense. Since the point of buying a
rebuilt salvage was to get a better bike than my regular budget would allow, such
travel would be counterproductive. Money spent on gas came directly out of "The
Bike Fund", which already would have to absorb the $205 inspection fee (by NYS Anti-Theft
and Salvage).
Needless to say,
I didn't check-in with the buyer since I assumed that "Western, NY" meant Rochester or Buffalo.
But I was wrong. South Dayton, the town where I
was to pick up the bike, was 325 miles away. Towing a trailer that far would kill
my gas mileage! But because this was an oversight on my part, there was little
that I could do about it. With gas
prices soaring, the seller had little interest in meeting me for an exchange
unless I was willing to pay for his mileage.
Lesson #4: Corporate mileage reimbursement is a
good thing.
Luckily, I was
able to coordinate pick-up with a work meeting that my wife had in Syracuse. There was also a
family member in that area with a flatbed trailer, so I knew I could save some fuel
costs and avoid a serious hit to the gas budget on the trip. My wife would be
reimbursed for my taking her to and from her meeting, and I could avoid towing
for the first 125 miles.
My
Hypermiling Experiment
I had wanted to
put hypermiling to the test, so I thought this was a good opportunity.
Generally, I can get about 300-325 mpg in my truck, totally unloaded (with
myself as the only passenger) and exclusively on the highway. By observing some
of the essential beliefs of hypermiling (slow acceleration, plan-ahead vision
to reduce braking, clearing out unnecessary weight from the vehicle, avoid
towing as much as possible), I was able to make it over 300 miles, towing a 5'
x 12' single-axle trailer for the last
200 miles of the trip.
Checking Out
the Bike
So, somewhere
deep in the heart of partially-Amish South Dayton, NY, I finally found the owners and
inspected the bike. I went over it with
all of the advice I received after posting a question on CR4's Automotive Forum. I checked glass for water damage, looked over
the paint in hard-to-see places, checked the forks and braked hard to see if
there was any pull with the handlebars. From my limited knowledge, the bike was
immaculate.
Checking Out
the Owner
When I asked
questions about the bike, Sue (one owner) gave the same ones that Keith (the
other owner) had given over the phone earlier. But their answers weren't so
similar that they sounded rehearsed. Sue
explained that rehabbing salvage bikes was their hobby, and showed off several
projects that were in various stages of completion.
I don't know a
lot about bikes, but I do feel that I know people fairly well. I spent as much
time studying Sue as I did the bike. She gave off a sincere, honest persona and
when I had questions about the process, she surprised me by having all of the
paperwork that I would need from the DMV already printed out, filled out, and
ready to go. All I had to do was fill in
my info.
Sue then walked
me through the process of getting it inspected and registered, making sure that
I had her e-mail and cell phone number in case I had any questions. She also noted that the
last two of their salvage sale bikes had been registered in NYS in just one
month from submission of the application. I was excited to hear this, as I had heard
it could take up to five months, a time frame which meant I might not be able to ride my new bike
until next spring!
Loading and
Securing
The simplicity
of securing a motorcycle on a trailer astounds me. I drove the bike up the ramp
to the front of the trailer. Using two
ratchet straps, I fished each around one of the forks, between the fork and the
front wheel, and then hooked both ends to the tie-down loop directly forward.
This held the bike secure to the front of the trailer and minimized movement of
the front wheel, limiting the risk of the handlebars whipping back and forth. I
ratcheted the front wheel until I notice some compression from the front
shocks.
Because the bike
is relatively heavy (550 lbs) and was listing slightly to the left (where I had
it supported by the kick stand since I was loading it by myself), I also used
one strap to bring the bike back upright so I could put the kickstand up. This also helped limit any chance of the back
end hopping around, but previous experience suggested that this wouldn't be
much of an issue. Later in the trip, as a precaution, I added a fourth strap
and doubled up over the saddle (just to keep everything pressing down on the
trailer), but that was probably unnecessary.
Despite hitting
some gnarly pot holes on my way out of South Dayton,
the bike stayed secure and transported beautifully. Particularly gratifying was how the highly-polished
chrome on the speedometer caught the sun and flashed continually in the rear-view
mirror, catching my attention for the entire return trip. So far, this has been
a great process and I eagerly wanted to complete the next step, an application
for inspection, so I could get this baby on the road!
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