A TT250 Ride

I woke up last Friday with but one thought:  I have got to get out on my motorcycle today.

Well, I did, and I had a glorious ride up through the Cajon Pass in southern California.  That’s the pass that cuts between the San Gabriel Mountains and the San Bernardino Mountains.  Most folks would just take Interstate 15 from So Cal to the High Desert through the Cajon, but to me riding a motorcycle on the freeway is a bit of a crime against nature.  There are surface streets that get you through most of the Cajon Pass, and if you know where to look, there are dirt roads that do the same.  Those roads are way more fun, but it’s like I said…you have to know where to look.

Me?  I know where to look.

Big freight trains slog through the Cajon Pass on a regular basis, and there’s a dirt road that runs along the tracks for several miles.  It was a perfect road for the TT250.  I was out there on my own, having a good old time when I stopped to grab a photo, and that’s when I heard it.  The rails, that is.  They started singing.  They do that when there’s a train downrange.  You can actually hear the metallic buzz the rails emit miles before the train comes into view.  Time to switch the cell phone camera to the video mode.  I didn’t see anything for a couple of minutes, and then way down the hill in the distance I could just make out a headlight.  Then that one orange orb became three blurry headlights, the signature of the first of several freight locomotives.  They were working hard.  It takes a lot of power to pull a train up a mountain pass.  The lights grew in size, the indistinct three orange dots came into focus, and there it was:

The train was a monster.  I finished the video, I took several stills, and then I mounted up and rode at a sedate pace in the opposite direction for a good five minutes before I saw the end of that train.  I’ll bet it was three miles long.  Maybe more.  There were four locomotives pulling and there was a fifth on the tail end. It’s hard to imagine the weight and the energy of a freight train like the one I saw that morning.  And it was doing it all going uphill, charging through the Cajon Pass from the Pomona Valley up to the High Desert. It was impressive.

I had a hell of a ride that morning.  A bit of freeway (but not too much), a fair amount of dirt, a stream crossing that was deeper than I thought it would be (and damn, there was no one to video me standing on the pegs with water splashing all over my boots and jeans), a train, Old Route 66, and nice, cool weather.  It was grand.

It was about 5 years ago that I was sitting in Zongshen’s marketing offices in Chongqing discussing this, that, and the other thing on the RX3 for CSC Motorcycles.  All the while, I kept stealing peeks at a 150cc dual sport bike the Zongshen wizards had mounted on a display pedestal in their conference area.  Finally, I asked…what’s the deal on that motorcycle?  Can it be had with a 250cc engine?

My good friend Chongqing Fan smiled.  I could read that guy like a book, and what I was reading was this:  He knew, and he knew I knew:  The guys at Zongshen, China’s largest motorcycle manufacturer, they can do anything.  A few quick digital pics back to CSC, a recommendation, a quick decision from a CEO who’s not afraid to make decisions (that would be Azusa Steve), and the CSC TT250 was born.  I own one of the very first to arrive in America, and it’s been a hoot.  We’ve even done Baja on the TT250s (talk about brand loyalty…half the guys on that ride also own an RX3).  CSC can barely keep TT250 motorcycles in stock; they sell as soon as they arrive.  Most of the time, they’re sold before the ship gets here.

I selected black for my TT250 (one of three or four colors available in 2016) because I thought it would photograph well, and I was right. It does a lot more than just sit there and look pretty, though.  The TT250 is a great motorcycle. It’s simple, torquey, easy to maintain, great handling, reliable, comfortable, and inexpensive. Plus, I know the factory and the people who make and import this motorcycle.  Good buddy Gerry and I wrote the shop manual for this motorcycle, and I know the bike’s innards.  You might say I know it inside and out.  I think the fact that I know most everyone involved in creating and importing this motorcycle makes it even more of a hoot to ride.

The TT250 is about as simple as a motorcycle gets, and it has what has to be one of the most ubiquitous and reliable motorcycle engines on the planet.  You see these motors in various versions (ranging from 125cc to 250cc) everywhere.  They’re bulletproof.  They’re designed to be rode hard and put away wet, and that’s what folks in South America, Central America, Asia, and the Middle East do.  It’s no accident that my good buddies at Janus Motorcycles chose the same engine to power their amazing 250cc motorcycles. I’m going to ride my TT250 until the wheels fall off.  Then I’ll buy replacement parts for probably something like $9 and repeat the process.

The TT250 is a light bike.  It’s easy to ride and easy to keep vertical (they tell me it’s easy to pick up if you drop it, but I’ve never dropped mine).  The TT250 weighs 309 pounds wet and in an age of overweight, bloated, and expensive monster motorcycles, riding it is fun.  It’s not an ego statement.  It’s a motorcycle.  It’s what a motorcycle should be.  I feel like a kid every time I get on it (and in six months, I’ll be 70 years old).  I started riding motorcycles on a Honda Super 90 (a 90cc single) when Lyndon Johnson was in the White House.  Riding a simple single makes me a hooligan again, braapping the mean streets of rural New Jersey before I was old enough to have a license and loving every second of it.

I have the 49T rear sprocket on my TT250 (one down from the stock 50T), and that’s about perfect for me.  My bike tops out at about 66 mph indicated, and after my hundred mile ride through the Cajon Pass that morning I topped off and checked my fuel economy.  62.5 mpg.  Just a little better than I usually get.   Your mileage, as they say, may vary.

I have the Wolfman bags on my TT.  They’re light, they don’t get in the way, they’ve held up well, and they’re handy if I want to carry stuff.  That’s usually a few tools (just in case, but I’ve never needed them on the road), a bottle of Aleve, a change of underwear, and I’m good for a couple of weeks in Baja.

Speaking of Baja, good buddy Baja John is another guy with the same affliction as me: He owns both an RX3 and a TT250.  And a .44 Magnum or two, but that’s a story for another blog.  Baja John keeps his TT250 at a beachfront home in Baja, and as soon as this Covid 19 business is in the rearview mirror, I’m headed down there.  I want to photograph one or two of the more remote missions, John knows the trails, and the TT250 is the motorcycle to get us there.

More good times are on the horizon, folks.  Stay tuned.

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