Since I am now the southeastern Idaho dealer for PitsterPro I’m going to put my money where my mouth is. I’ve decided to really see if their full size bikes are as good as I’ve experienced with their small and mid sized bikes.
PitsterPro’s Utah headquarters is located 271 miles from my house. So, I took a little road trip to retrieve the xtr 250 that will be our unsuspecting victim for this summer adventure of 2000 miles on Idaho’s trails. Some people have asked me why a Chinese manufactured bike? To which my lazy man snide response is why not? Upon actually trying to articulate a well thought response I came up with the following:
Cost- Retail on this model with the 21″ front and 18″ rear wheel is $2899.00 as of this posting as compared to a new Honda crf 230 $4299.00.
Specs- If you don’t want to muddle through the spec sheets here are the takeaways. The xtr 250 has better brakes, better suspension, a full light kit, tachometer, odometer, and keyed electric start. If you are interested the complete spec sheets for both bikes are found below.
As some things I do, that should be simple turn into a fiasco, this trip was no exception. Winter dies slow in Idaho some years so for starters, I left town in a mid April blizzard.
Item number two, Since my old construction trailers light only work on rare occasions, I decided against dragging it the 500 plus miles mostly in the dark just to find out the lights won’t consistently work. I was afraid of looking more like a Christmas tree with flashing red and orange lights rolling down the road instead of a professional motorcycle dealer headed down to pick up a shipment of quality motor bikes. So as sometimes happens a stroke of genius hits me I’ll just take my motorhome, plenty of room for 3 crated motor bikes, and added bonus no hotel fees, what could go wrong
As long as you can count to more than 2 you will see I’m one short of 3 bikes inside the walk ways of Mr. Wayne the hurricane( my kids named the motorhome) so Jeff, and the guys were good enough to give me one they had already assembled and allowed me time to head off the the local harbor freight for a motorcycle rack which I assembled with two pairs of needle nose pliers in the parking lot. Back at the warehouse Jeff and the boys helped me load up and figure out what to do with the leftover parts from assembling the carrier.
As I pulled into the Walmart parking lot to spend the night I realized part of the plan of putting the bikes inside was for security, I didn’t want my adventurous summer to end before it started. In an effort to keep the honest people honest I trudged into the Walmart to look for some sort of lock and cable to keep the local hobos from riding to Canada instead of me on my bike. What I learned is that bicycle locks come in security levels(highest I could find was level 5) but no explanation as to what that means, leaving one to deduce level 1 can be clipped off by a good pair of kitchen shears, 2 lineman pliers will do the trick,
3 bolt cutters with one foot handles, 4 angle grinder and cut off wheel, 5 atom bomb. Level 5 security it had to be, which was as much security as 25 dollars could buy. As I walked back to Wayne I realized I had some new neighbors a snow bird couple from Canada who’s little yapping dog eyed me from the big open dash of their coach that cost more than my house. I was a little worried that I would have spectators watching the matinee about to unfold, as I tried to snip the level 3 zip ties that held the level 5 locks to their packaging using the only tools I brought, the trusty needle nose pliers. As I army crawled on my back under the motorcycle carrier I glanced at the elderly spectators and instead of seeing them munching popcorn and taking bet which of the hobos eying my bike would make off with it first, they glanced at me in disgust and pulled away in disdain to the other side of the parking lot so as not to be embarrassed by me and my ridiculous antics anymore.
Upon awaking in the morning exhausted from waking every hour to make sure the bike was still there I hurried over to retrieve my family from the airport who were returning from a relaxing week in Maui. They were only slightly disgusted that all the walk ways were clogged and the door to the bathroom blocked by 150 pound crates, but worse things have occurred in our married life.
After about 50 miles on the road I stopped for gas at the flying j to fill up and make sure the bike was riding well on its precarious perch. Everything went off without a hitch and as an added bonus as we were pulling out of the station, our antique Canadian friends were pulling up riding high in the rolling penthouse. To my amazement instead of a glare I was met with a friendly wave, as if to say, “your bike’s still there? You aren’t as big of a dunce as we thought last night, good luck!” I’ll take it, As my dad used to always say luck will beat skill any day.