I have had the urge, going on 7 years now, to buy a BMW G450X Enduro motorcycle. On Monday I became the official owner of a 2009 with about 40 hours on it. I would have purchased one new but unfortunately BMW doesn't make them anymore. I had to drive to Dallas, 700 miles away to get it and I am so glad that I did. I arrived at around 11:30pm and met Zach Wright, one of the coolest relatives I have, at Fox and Hound for a Blood and Honey beer and some wings. It is probably a good thing that the Revolver brewery is not close to me nor do they distribute in this area. It would likely be the end of me. So good!
Zach was nice enough to let me stay at his place to get some sleep. The next morning I woke up at 6:30am and drove to Plano where I met the owner of the G450X. Ron, probably the biggest "cool kid" I've ever met! I think he was in his 50's and had the spirit and mentality of a 18 year old boy. His shop was the manliest man cave I have ever seen, tools galore, hot rods, a hoist, cool cars, dirtbikes, a side by side. I was so distracted by the awesomeness of his collection that I wasn't even paying attention to why I had come there in the first place. To buy a g450x! We talked for a while, I handed him a pile of cash and I was off to pound another 700 miles of pavement to get back to Hell Paso. This is seriously the most boring drive ever!
With a 1,400 mile trip out of the way I finally had the opportunity to properly test it out this morning. WHAT A BIKE! This one came to me in stock form and I really think that it would be ready to enter a serious enduro race as is. Other than some much needed suspension adjustments, to get the bike dialed in, it was perfect. My only complaint thus far is that the seat is far too slippery and it needs a better mirror. Back to the ride...
I set off on a dessert trail that backs up to the RV park. I quickly realized that I am not 16 anymore and am definitely out of shape. Arm pump set in and I slowed down after about a mile of hard rough trail. Man this thing moves! I cannot believe the amount of power from a 450.
Growing up racing in the early 90's I can say that the technology in motorcycles has changed so significantly that the bike almost does all the work for you. Get into trouble in a sandy section, rocky section, huge washout? Twist the throttle a little more and get your ass back on the fender, no problem. Wheeeeeeeee. This is seriously more fun than a grown man should be having.
To sum up my experience thus far: This bike is a fucking riot and I probably need better life insurance!