The beginning of this story lies long before the purchase. I have been interested in motorcycles for a long time, but at the theoretical level. The sea has been read, the darkness has been scanned. Reviews, comparisons, tests, owner reviews. But even with some knowledge, buying a motorcycle was impossible. The reason is obvious: no money. But I want to. Very... Truly, the Road will be Mastered by the One Who Walks. Opened a category. And I don’t know how (without experience, without really knowing how to ride), but I was lucky enough to work in one of the motorcycle services in our city as a mechanic. Despite the specific team, I was happy beyond belief (another step closer to the Dream). My knowledge grew exponentially, my experience increased by leaps and bounds. It was here that I learned the basics of motorcycle mechanics. Synchronizing carbs, changing oils and fluids, servicing forks, replacing sprockets and chains, brake pads and other routine things that I greedily absorbed. However, knowledge, knowledge, but I was not able to really earn money from these guys. But I want to have my own money. Very. Changed jobs. 2 years have passed and there is hope of buying at least scabies. Oh, the agony of choice, you can’t forget them. Relying on the accumulated knowledge, I dived into the abyss of the Almighty Internet for my pearl. And she carried it. Siberian! Yes, I will stab like Jorge Lorenzo... But although not, I want to live. Yes, and a little too small for me somehow. Further. ABOUT! Shadovka! Finally the theme is fire! What? There are no living ones? Yes, and a little too small for me somehow. Bandit? Are all scabies so small? It's a pity! What more can you buy for this money? Yeah, Seabi 750. Option. More! Bandit 750? A little expensive. So! ABOUT! Khizher 1200. Damn, two hundred liters, a bit much in my opinion. So, let’s take a look at the parameters... Yeah, that’s fine. It’s a bit old, of course, but that’s okay, our hands are not for boredom, right? Wow 250 kg, or maybe scabies? No, I don’t even want to look there anymore.
I've never seen so many ads in my life. We don’t have many in our city, 3 of them. Eh, I didn’t even have time to watch one. Others are expensive. Neighboring areas? Why not? Here is the normal version in Tchaikovsky. I call, the answers on the phone satisfy me. We agree. It's decided - I'm going. I buy a ticket, withdraw part of the money, take the equipment I bought in advance (a helmet and a turtle, not a lot, but at least something), wait for the next weekend and hit the road. The half-empty night bus, farting, departed from the platform. The city lights floated through the window, and here was the route. Bliss. Music on headphones. Still, this bus works somehow strangely. There are some jerks... Oh yeah, never mind... It’s better to go poorly than to go well. And with such thoughts, I resolutely made an attempt to sleep. There is a long road ahead and a lot to do, we need to rest. So! What kind of smell is this? It's like oil is burning. I open my eyes, there is smoke in the cabin. Fuck, we're on fire! The bus pulls to the side of the road. I look out the window (I was riding in the penultimate row), everything behind me is illuminated with yellow light. The bus stopped and opened the doors. I put my bag on my shoulder and ran to the exit (I had to see how the cars were burning and at what speed). The most amazing thing is that I ran out first, even though I was sitting farthest away. He ran out and went to look at the stern of this Korean barge. On the way, a driver with a fire extinguisher overtook me. We opened the lid, there was no fire, we looked at each other and exhaled. I mistook the emergency lights for a fire. In the smoke, and in the darkness, and half asleep, it seemed as if there was a blaze from behind. Half-asleep people poured out onto the night highway. We learn from the driver that they will come for us only in the morning. A couple of passengers had a hysterical episode, like “I don’t give a damn what’s wrong with your bus, take me back.” Somehow they calmed them down. Whether long or short, after 3 hours they stopped a bus going in the opposite direction. It was getting light. I returned to the city at 5 am and walking along the empty Saturday streets, I thought: “probably for the best.” I sent a text message to the seller, saying anyway, don’t wait for me unless next weekend, but I don’t have any use for this motorcycle anymore.
But I'm itching, I want a motorcycle. Very. I'm still looking at the advertisements. Here is an option this time in Chelyabinsk. Well, I already know the scheme up to a certain stage, I hope to complete this quest to the end. This time the list with me is more complete: a list of components to check, a compression gauge, a kit for repairing tubeless tires, pliers, a knife, and a few different wrenches. As they say, I didn’t take anything, I forgot everything)) It seems like a small thing, but the bag has gained a lot of weight. I also had to take a backpack. And here again is a ticket, a station, a bus, night, a highway, and at dawn we approach the most severe Ural city. It is so severe that the bus breaks down at the first traffic light. Yes, what is this!!! But no, this time I got off easier. The driver picked something in the depths of the engine compartment, and we safely reached the station. I handed over a bag with things and a turtle to the storage room. I took a backpack with tools and a helmet. Now it's easier.
The inspection location is not far from the station, the sun is shining, the mood is excellent. The morning breakdown no longer ruins my event. The seller arrives. Yes, of course, he looked better in the photo. I measure the compression (10.5/11/11.5/11.5). Not ideal, but it will do. The overall condition is a C grade (especially the condition of the rubber bands). It starts in a jiffy, rumbles smoothly, acceleration is stable, and does not smoke. There's a dent in the tank, no big deal, we can fix it. Tires to be replaced. Serve it properly and put it in order, there will be candy. The seller asks for adequate money. A little bargaining and that's it. Do you hear? ALL! He is mine! Let's go get ready. OSAGO, surprisingly without any extra traffic or queues, although the office is kind of strange, we don’t have one like that. And the dog is with him, the month of August is here, I am insured for 3 months. If only they would register them with direct flows, but the stern Chelyabinsk inspector did not even look in their direction. Phew, it's gone. It's time to pay, we go to the ATM. I think everyone knows that ATMs dispense no more than 40 thousand at a time, and you cannot withdraw more than 100 thousand per day. Those. you need 3 visits to the ATM 40+40+20. I received my first 40-year mark, and then it was as if half of Chelyabinsk knew that “that guy over there is going to take off a hundred rubles right now,” and a line was forming behind me. Out of politeness, I stand at the end of the line, and after a few minutes I find myself face to face with the ATM, but not for long. As soon as the machine began painfully counting out the next pack, a couple of suspicious characters stood behind me; in general, everyone seemed suspicious to me in those minutes, even the children. The ATM gave out everything in thousands, I also have cash in thousands, and suddenly it turns out that I have nowhere to put the money. I’m standing there like a fool, my pockets are full, I somehow put the documents in my back pocket, bills are in place of the documents, there’s no lock. It got hot. I did it. I go out to the seller, he says: “I thought you were sucked into the ATM.” We laughed. I sat down on my butt, driving and thinking, but there’s no lock on my pocket. A picture appeared in my head of two guys riding on a motorcycle, and blue-green pieces of paper were flying behind them. I got goosebumps. So he rode and held his pocket in his hand. We arrived, counted, everything was in place. Phew, another step has been completed. All that's left is to get home. I ask the now former owner to take me to the station. There's a turtle waiting for me and a bag in the storage room, and I'll get out of there myself. I take my clothes and transform from an asshole into a motorcyclist. I put on a backpack and attach the bag with a net (I inherited it). And here the jitters began, to fuck him. What if what happened to the moto? But I’ve never driven such a big one, and even in an unfamiliar city, how can I cope with it now? “There is no turning back” - pounded in my head. I got behind the wheel and started the engine. At that moment it seemed to me that everyone in the area had come running to look at the newcomer on the cubature to witness this fiasco. Come on, get your cameras out. Coming soon to YouTube in the Humor section. I set off and drove off. Damn, how he reacts to the throttle, you need to be more careful. I see myself in the mirror wall of a shopping center. Oh, fuck, is it me? Crawling, no further than third, no more than 60 km/h, in the right lane, I got out of the stuffy embrace of the city.
And here I am on the track, the weather is super. The finish line is 250 km. The difficulties are over, I relaxed. So, why does the steering wheel shake on bumps? Damn, I wish I could get there. On the highway no more than 90 km/h, I console myself with the fact that at least I won’t get any fines. Still boring. Motorcyclists come towards me and wave their hands, and I belatedly wave back. Cars are overtaking me, but it’s not scary. I started to overtake the truck when there was a blow from the side that set aside the bricks. Well, nothing, and this time I survived. The first 50 km, you have to stop. I brake, stand on the side of the road and take my hands off the side of the steering wheel because they won’t unclench. It’s as if I’ve finished a shift, I’m walking around the mooch, resting, stretching my hands. But time passes and we must go. I sit down and let me go, just like a samurai is not afraid to go to the battlefield, because he is ready to die, I start the engine and move off. No, I didn’t go to die, there’s nothing to it, but inside it seemed clear that life is life, and we don’t know to whom and how much is measured out, so we need to be able to enjoy the moment. We must be smart and try to prevent dangerous situations. It’s me who needs to do this, because I’m the most vulnerable participant (not counting pedestrians), and it’s me who needs to think about that guy in the two-wheeler who can’t hear anything because of the deafening rap, and figure out how this truck will turn, there’s a bus It’s slowing down, apparently for good reason, and there are children playing nearby... and thousands of situations. And my wife and son are waiting for me at home. With such thoughts, I didn’t even notice how my hometown appeared. And immediately into a traffic jam. I think, well, since I don’t have enough experience, I’ll drown again in the right lane. It turned out to be quite sad in the right lane + the air vent motor doesn’t like traffic jams. We need to master the aisle. And when I go, there’s just a lot of space between the curb and the right lane on the right. I change lanes and suddenly the situation occurs: the pilot of the cruiser decides that he, too, can fit here without a turn signal, and turns sharply to the right. Your mother!!! And here I am. The speed was not high and I managed to stop and the front wheel jumped onto the curb. Obscenity poured out of me like a river, it’s a pity that modular was closed. But I also saw my mistake, there is nothing to do to the right of the right. I changed lanes into the first row and made it to the garage without incident. Phew, I survived)) Or maybe take another ride at night? YES! I want to. Very.
The moral of this story is that if you are traveling to another city, you need to take with you a defect sheet, a belt or shoulder bag for documents and money, a small set of tools and always be prepared for the unexpected.
Review of the Yamaha XJR 1200 motorcycle
A classic-type device, it would seem, should be a city car... either it’s not purely urban... or our city is not the same (St. Petersburg), it doesn’t like traffic jams, air-oil cooling after all. Some of you will say what kind of traffic jams are on the motorcycle??? There are such traffic jams that you can’t escape and you have to stand.
Weak wind protection, even though I have a windbreaker, at a speed of over 120 you begin to feel uncomfortable, after 150 it blows away, you have to hide behind what you have. I accelerated it to 195 km/h (according to the speedometer), then the limiter works (I have a purely Japanese version). Despite all the shortcomings in wind protection, the motorcycle confidently holds the road at any speed, most likely this is due to its weight (232 kg).
When I first approached the apparatus, the weight of 232 kg caused uncertainty and a slight trembling in the knees, but after the first 2 days of riding I forgot about its weight, now I don’t feel it at all. In traffic jams, if I get between cars, I’m no worse than 400 SS.
The engine of the device is very pleasant, there is enough torque to accelerate very intensively in any gear. For those who are in no hurry, you can put it in 5th gear and vomit at 60 km/h, at 2000 rpm, this also has its own thrill. Moreover, even from 60 km/h in 5th gear, when turning the gas, the device begins to accelerate with quite tolerable dynamics. On the highway I rarely use other gears, I put it in 5th and drive calmly, there are very rare cases when I change gears for more intense acceleration. If you want sportbike acceleration, then keep the tachometer needle at least 6000 rpm, 3.6 to a hundred (according to the passport) will pleasantly surprise you, and will allow you to leave nervous young and annoying riders on the 400CC, somewhere out there, at a traffic light.
The Yamaha XJR 1200 forgives many mistakes, but its favor cannot be limitless, thank God it favors me for now. I DO NOT recommend buying it as your first motorcycle.
When driving intensively, the engine eats up oil... alas and ah... after all, it’s a Yamaha, factory standards are 300-400 g/1000 km. If you don’t anneal it, then the oil will be fine. Consumption in the city is about 10 l/100 km, with intensive driving. On the highway 5-6l/100 km, at an average speed of 110-130 km/h. The brakes, they are what such a heavy motorcycle should have, will stop the machine as it should, but this is still not a sport...
Comfort in the saddle is excellent, both for the pilot and the passenger; it’s not even a seat, it’s a sofa in which you just want to lounge and relax. A trip of 120 km at a time does not tire you; I haven’t done it again. But it feels like I still have some strength left... I’m very pleased with the motorcycle, it’s made in 1996, the mileage is currently 23,000 and a few kopecks. As its former owner said, these are two motorcycles in one, you can have fun on it and ride calmly, like a chopper, I agree with him. My height is 183, weight is 70-72 kg, and I can cope with it perfectly at any speed.
This is nothing, I knew that Yamahas eat up oil... but at first I thought, sinfully, that I needed to change the oil scraper rings. In the process of finding out, it turned out that everything was fine with me. And I was told that compared to a BMW, these are tears; a BMW consumes 1000 g (1 liter) of oil per 1000 km.
I didn’t come up with this about BMW, they told me at the Yamaha service center on Vasilievsky, the city of St. Petersburg, supposedly for comparison... I’m inclined to believe them... and what’s wrong with that... we all know about the disadvantages of our equipment, most try to hide them to show that their device is the best. And about the BMW... you pay 30,000 bucks and it eats oil??? Yes, for such money, he also has to make it... so no one most likely talks about it, firstly, so as not to spoil the face of the brand, and secondly, so as not to show what a sucker you are for giving that kind of money... Or maybe it’s all bullshit and I was attacked.
I have never met a bike that I could sit on so comfortably. It feels like it was just made for me. The seat itself deserves the highest rating, by the way, and the second number feels, if not like Gold, then still very comfortable.
The second impression was - How much dope is there in it???
The Yamaha XJR1200 is simply wild, even when strangled. I never cranked it up to the limit, because at speeds over 180 nothing can save you and you simply get blown away. Once I got stuck in 4th gear, so the whole 30 km home through traffic lights, etc. I drove in 4th (started from it, stopped in it, etc.) - no problems. The torque is simply brutal. On this bike you can easily get out of 3.5 seconds in acceleration to 100 km/h. Comfortable speed of movement depends on wind protection. But since I’m not a big fan of bench pressing “over 200”, it was enough for me. The bike has very good handling, although of course at low speeds you have to put in a lot of effort; the dry weight of the Yamaha XJR1200 is 250 kilograms - this is serious.
I really liked the 21 liter tank, with consumption at speeds up to 160 (city smooth mode) 5-7 liters per 100 km. I got through traffic jams quite easily, despite all the considerable dimensions - I don’t remember any problems.
Among the shortcomings of the Yamaha XJR1200 are weak brakes (it seems to have been fixed on the XJR1300), a rather weak subframe and front fork (partially fixed). Large mass (to some), weak ammo / shock absorbers / (although they leak on all motors in our country).
Specifically, I didn’t have a good relationship with my copy, despite the fact that the moto itself fully corresponds to my character, I had an accident on it, everything was constantly falling out, little things, and after the accident, big ones, so in the end I bought it sold, but! I sincerely hope that I will buy myself a Yamaha XJR1300 and ride it without any problems for as long as possible.
I bought a Yamaha XJR1200 back in 2005. This was my first big motorcycle after the Honda CB400, my first Japanese one. I wanted something powerful, big and serious, but I was afraid of sports, and I didn’t particularly like choppers. Despite the crazy dynamics, the motorcycle handled and braked very well. It was quite comfortable on long journeys, but a good windshield is essential, otherwise your neck begins to get tired from the air flow hitting the helmet. In the city, the motorcycle was quite comfortable, the turning radius of the fork allowed it to cut between rows, and even the not very low center of gravity did not particularly interfere with holding the motorcycle at low speeds. The only inconvenience in the city was a large and very hot engine, in the summer sun, and even in the middle of an asphalt metropolis I felt like I was in a frying pan, baked by a large and very hot engine, but this same engine warms you up in autumn or spring, you snuggle closer to the tank and warm))))). The motorcycle is very reliable and unpretentious, all problems are associated only with the advanced age of the bike. In general, the motorcycle is very reliable and comfortable, I highly, highly recommend it to everyone, but keep in mind that not everyone can lift such a motorcycle after falling or curb its power, soberly assess your capabilities when choosing equipment.
Khyzhir became my fourth motorcycle, after the Zizer400, Bandit 600 and sv650. I chose it unconsciously, after stealing the Esvehi I scraped together 150 thousand and looked for any liter for that money. I accidentally came across a khizhir and for 3.5 years I haven’t been able to part with it. After the purchase, I removed everything that was not stock - bi-xenon, direct flow, cigarette lighter. I tried to bring the motorcycle to its original condition as much as possible. I checked it on Carfax, it turned out that he was an American, in the states he had driven 140 thousand in 8 years, which scared me at first, but now, after 3 years, he himself will add another 90 on the odometer and the engine and frame are as they were, not a single problem.
The biggest mockery of the bike was the trip in the summer of 2013 from St. Petersburg to Vladivostok, 10k kilometers in 9.5 days. actually a race for speed, to be honest, I didn’t believe that I would get there without breakdowns, but the moto pleasantly surprised everyone - it chewed on AI80, when there was no other in Transbaikalia, at the right moments it switched to a consumption of 5l\100, if you don’t drive more than 90km/h , drove and started with the air filter completely clogged with dust, a huge minus is the weight combined with a rigid suspension - in our pits, of which there were more than one thousand, as well as in permafrost areas, where the asphalt collapses and the road goes in waves, you have to drive half-standing, the suspension does not work out the holes at all. It came down to a bent front disc. Otherwise, the motorcycle showed incredible reliability, which is why I love it. I put it up for sale 3 times over the entire period and after the first call, I took it off, but for some reason I can’t sell it. About 40 thousand have been driven around the city - every day to work, except for the overheating engine, which severely burns the legs, there are no other complaints, it steers excellently, the dimensions are very tolerable. I would also like to note the rare replacement of consumables - the pads on it last up to 25 thousand, with average driving, I change the oil and filter every 10 thousand, the air vent - 20, the chain and sprockets - 25. By the way, at the last replacement of the chain, I put back 38 teeth instead of the original one, 46. Now, finally, the spendthrift began to fly out of the ass, even with a passenger. The traction has become somehow unimaginable, the fifth gear pulls from 30 km/h without the engine choke. At all traffic lights you can leave first; it accelerates to 100 faster than ER1 if you use soft tires. But for some reason this bike is not conducive to aggressive riding, although many write otherwise. You want to leisurely drive it in traffic up to 100 km/h, and at the same time it’s just warming to realize that you have an acceleration reserve under your ass of no more than 3 seconds up to 150. I plan to keep it for a long time, although I constantly look towards the FJR1300. By the way, it eats little oil, again, if you don’t drive all day under 170. Once I was in a serious accident. A car hit me with it and drove off. Mot went into a slipper and flew about 50 meters on his side. At the same time, when friends picked up the bike, they simply picked it up, started it and drove to Moscow. Only the headlight and wing went into minus. ALL!! Neither the fork nor the engine were damaged - this is one of the advantages of the air vent - there is no cooling jacket, and due to the solidity of the engine, it is less sensitive to shocks and falls, a couple of cooling fins broke off and that’s it. Overall, this is the best motorcycle for those who are looking for versatility and don’t want to bother too much, while not eating up your wallet at all. Fills up with 92M, uses 5100 oil or other inexpensive semi-synthetic. Moreover, it works normally even on mineral water. You can't kill this motorcycle.
