Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Bombay Holiday...LML Star deluxe
"Yellow cab, meng!" said one of my buddies when he first saw my iconic scoot. Since it was still early, i was able to park my ride just a few steps from our table. European parking for a European inspired scoot. We had an early meeting in a Starbucks in Quezon City and i thought it appropriate to bring my "fresh out of showroom" LML Star deluxe aka Genuine Stella aka Vespa PX 150 clone. Well, its not actually a clone since its practically the same manual transmission, metal-bodied, 2 stroke scoot. LML is an Indian company who used to manufacture Vespa PX150 for Piaggio and after the bitter break-up, they continued to produce the geared scooter under a different badge.
I consider myself a scooter guy above all and there's no better way to profess my love for the beautiful two-wheeled machines that to own the one that started it all, the Vespa. I cant afford the current Vespa models in the market because they cost like a decent sub-compact car. Besides, i was going for novelty instead of trendy. Hence i ended up with the LML scoot, bought the necessary badges....instant PX 150E. But just like winning the girl that you've always wanted, you soon realize that its not going to work out. On idle, the handle bars felt like a jack hammer. Too much vibration also rendered the side mirrors useless. It gave out smoke like a rubber shoes factory and you have to be a psychic to be able to operate the drum brakes properly (you have to use the brakes in advance to be able to stop on time). Pressing the brakes too hard caused the teeny weeny tires to skid. I have no plans of riding a Can Am Spyder in the future and motorcycle drifting is for motards. I had a new found respect to Yellow Cab's pizza delivery riders. So after riding it for 40 kilometers, i sold it at depreciated value to Sanuk-wearing dweeb with an affinity to cheap cologne. It was a head turner though, just don't mind the disappointment on commuter's faces when they realize that what's approaching is not a public tricycle.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
The Prodigal Scoot
Like most two-wheel enthusiasts, i first learned to ride on a scooter. It was my cousin's Honda dio 50cc two stroker. In those days, you can only ride an underbone if you're: a. Mikee Cojuangco b. wearing a turban. I was responsible for retiring two reliable workhorses, Yamaha Target 90cc and Hyosung EZ 100, before i got myself tangled in the corporate mess. It wasn't appropriate to ride a motorbike in your business attire....or so i thought.
Having a career(yeah, right!) and starting a family needed private transportation. My first few months as a cager were such an ordeal because my cognitive abilities weren't meant for three wheels and above. After a while i was able to drive like a human being but gas price hikes, terrible traffic conditions, ridiculous parking fees and early mid-life crisis prompted me to become what others call a re-entry rider. Naturally, a scooter was the top of mind and i opted for for a higher displacement(150cc) to compensate for the lack of "oomph" that four strokers now offer. Sure, many scooter brands in the market today have 150cc variants but most have already evolved the nature of scoot riding from utility to sporty. Thus, having tiny(or none at all) floor boards. I needed a large floor space to accommodate my laptop bag and my (ahem!) size 11 feet.
And so i went for design and comfort rather than reliability and quality. Now, my 8 month old Ultima Whistler 150cc scoot idles like an 8 year old. It consumes gas like there's a leak(maybe there is) in the fuel system. It consumes flyballs as well(i'm on my 4th set now). You can run it to 80kph if you're lucky and riding it in the rain will give you all sorts of problems. I guess that's how it is if you patronage china made products. Cant blame the guys in the assembly line though. Its difficult to do a good job when your supervisor motivates you with a whip. Atleast i get enough acceleration to overtake smoke belching jeepneys. Because it is heavier that your average pantra (including the side car), it's quite stable at high speeds. It holds it place even when a ten-wheeler passes you by. Spare parts are also cheap and are available everywhere. But servicing should only be done by the dealer's mechanic. I brought it to a different mechanic once and he just gave me a can of gasoline and some matches.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
YBR 125G Luzon Tour
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Bikers in Belgium
Recently, I had the pleasure of visiting Belgium and i immediately noticed the difference of their motorcycle culture from our own. Since motorcyclists help in the global warming situation by consuming less fuel, Belgians show their appreciation by letting riders park their bikes in the sidewalks for convenience. Special lanes are also provided for small displacement bikes. Riders return the favor by giving priority to pedestrians and by riding like civilized persons. All of them wore helmets and most riders i saw were wearing full leathers or some form acceptable riding gear so that in the event of a spill, some poor guy wont have to clean up the mess on the pavement. I guess the formula is simple. Ride like a human being and you'll treated like one.
Monday, April 27, 2009
A rider's playground....MaRiLaQue revisited
After my brother took ownership of my XRM, i was cleared by my wife to get the Yamaha YBR 125G that I've been lusting for. To get acquainted with the manual clutch transmission, i rode it around the community park for two weeks before i thought about a break-in ride. I received my plate six weeks ahead of schedule(my dealer told me that it'll take two months before i get my plate since it is a new bike model in the country). My ride already street legal, i thought it was time for my new bike to flex its muscles. Naturally, the beach would be the ideal destination of a summertime ride. There's Batangas in the south, but the recent news of a shark attack in that area made look for other beaches on the map. Ive always wanted to ride far north to Pagudpud beach of Ilocos Norte, have my picture taken underneath the giant wind mills of Bangui but riding to the north end of Luzon on a break-in(60 kph and below) bike might take me a few days back and forth. Id like to ride out in the morning and be back in time for dinner. I dragged my finger to the right and there's Infanta. According to on line reviews, its going to be a twisty mountain route to the Pacific ocean. Great! Except that i happen to know that Quezon province is infested with communist rebels. I imagined myself staring down the barrel of an AK-47: "hey, i like communists. In fact, i have a brother who studies in U.P. (more than five years in the University of the Philippines will probably make a communist out of a you) ". I haven't actually seen him raise his left fist during a flag ceremony but i asked him to ride with me anyway. Its better than riding alone on an unfamiliar bike in an unfamiliar area.
He rolled in the drive way the night before, revving the XRM's 125cc engine before dismounting to give a macho impression on the neighbors. We took off late the next morning because i had to give my wife a ride to the office first. My brother kept complaining that he'll be late for his night class (on a Friday night? Yeah, right!) so we agreed to ride to a closer destination. We took the Antipolo route going to Sierra Madre resort. The great view, the twisty road, and the bright sun made us thirsty and we decided to make a pitstop in a coconut (buko) shack along the road. Not only a good thirst quencher, coconut juice is also good in cleansing the urinary tract. At eight pesos a piece(its normally sold at eighteen pesos by vendors in the city or eighty pesos in restaurants), its a steal. The vendor just chops the top off then stick a straw in it and your ready to sip your UTI(urinary tract infection) problems away. We didnt even bother to put the bike on center stand when we reached the resort because we immediately raced to the bathroom to empty our bladder. I was glad they were taking orders that day and ive chosen to sample their "tapang usa" (marinated deer meat or venison is the fancy term i think?) while my brother ordered beef tapa. They were hosting a mormon (i thought it was of a different congregation because i didnt see any name tags) retreat that's why their kitchen was operational. I also had the opportunity to have a picture taken with the most famous mormon in the country, the beauty title holder Melanie Marquez. She paused momentarily when i asked her to have a picture taken with me. I couldnt blame her though, i just came out of my mighty morphin' power rangers riding gear and i probably looked like i was going to ask her for spare change but she graciously posed with me anyway. She is a sight to behold and she also looked natural (unlike the cyborg beauties you see on TV nowadays). We roamed around the vicinity and the serenity of nature relaxed our bowels. We had to take turns because there was no lock on the cubicle door and one has to serve as a look out to save us and an unsuspecting mormon from embarassment.
Of course, no MaRiLaQue ride would be complete without a visit to Mang Vic Bulalo. Bulalo is a native Filipino soup dish and what makes it interesting is that you get to eat the beef bone marrow. It is rumored that Mang Vic uses carabao (water buffalo) meat instead of beef but we couldnt care less if he used horse meat to make his tasty bulalo.