So…I’ve been back from Baja for a few days now and I’m just starting to get back into the groove of life in So Cal again. I had one more short video of our whale watching day I thought I’d share…
Good buddy Greg and I thought we’d head out to the range yesterday. The creek was still flowing pretty well from all of our So Cal rains and we made it across, only to find out that the range was still closed. We could have shot as full members, but we didn’t bring target stands with us thinking that the range would be open and they’d be available. Greg commented that he should have video recorded our turning the Subaru into an amphibious vehicle, and then we realized we’d soon have another opportunity…we had to get back across that creek…
That’s it for now. We have two or three more posts from the Baja trip we’ll be adding in the next few days…one focused on the dining, one on not panicking when bikes break down, and one on our itinerary (as good buddy Peter requested). This trip was a bit more relaxed than usual, in that we did about 200 miles per day and we took a full day in Guerrero Negro, and that worked out well.
When I was a teenager and LBJ was in the White House, my standard against which all motorcycles were judged was the 1965 Triumph Bonneville. To me, that represented the ultimate motorcycle, and to this day, it’s what I think of when people start talking about the perfect motorcycle. It’s what came to mind when Royal Enfield announced the 650 Interceptor. I think 650 cubic centimeters is a good size for a motorcycle. I think a British vertical twin is the perfect vehicle (to borrow a phrase from good buddy Melissa Pierson). And I know that Baja is the best place on the planet for a motorcycle trip. That’s why I wanted to get the new Enfield and ride it through Baja. The perfect bike on the perfect ride. I predicted it would be a great trip. I was right.
Originally, we wanted to get two Interceptors, but they weren’t available. Enfield countered with an offer of two 500cc singles. Okay, we thought, that would do, and we realized it was a gutsy move on Enfield’s part to lend the bikes to us. Then that same dealer we’ve been so disappointed in couldn’t seem to get around to getting the bikes ready for us, and the plan shifted to an Interceptor and a Bullet. Even better, thought Gresh and I, and we were off, headed south into Baja. The two different bikes would make for an interesting contrast.
It’s a funny thing; we thought the story would focus primarily on the newer bike (the Interceptor), but the Bullet proved to be a fun and interesting motorcycle (like Gresh mentioned in his blog below). Don’t get me wrong; the Interceptor is an amazing machine. In fact, I’d say it was perfect. But it was almost too good (and I’ll get to that further along in this post).
Back in the day when I was a youngster dreaming about owning a Triumph Bonneville, I only knew one guy who rode an original Royal Enfield twin. That was Ricky Stang, a guy I knew in high school (go Vikings). Everyone else who rode was either on a Triumph or a Honda. Ricky had this amazing Enfield 750 with an all-chrome gas tank. He was (and still is) a cool guy. How cool, you might wonder? Well, he bought a Mustang car and modified the emblems by chopping off the M and the U, so his car said STANG (Ricky’s last name). That’s how we rolled back in the ‘60s.
Okay, back to the main attraction: The 2019 Royal Enfield Interceptor. Let’s start with the basics. It’s a 650cc vertical twin, just like my dream bike, the ’65 Triumph Bonneville. The Enfield brochure (downloadable on the Internet) puts the “kerb” weight at 202 kg (that’s 445 lbs; the ’65 Bonneville was 363 lbs), the wheelbase at 1400mm (that’s 55 inches, just like the ’65 Bonneville), and the horsepower at 47 (the ’65 Bonneville had 50). The new Enfield has a 6-speed transmission (the ’65 Bonneville had a 4-speed). Hmm, the right displacement and the right dimensions. The Enfield weighed a bit more, but the ’65 Bonneville didn’t have disk brakes front and rear, ABS, electric start, turn signals, an oil cooler, or catalytic converters.
The Enfield engine is magnificent. It is very torquey, and on our Baja foray I never felt like I was undergunned. The exhaust note is perfect (it sounds like a real motorcycle). The engine is extremely smooth. It didn’t seem to care what gear I was in; I could just roll on the throttle and the bike responded. In fact, a lot of times I’d be riding along thinking I was in 6th gear only to discover that the bike was in 5th or even 4th. It is that smooth. And a lot of times while climbing mountains in Baja’s Valle de los Cirios, I didn’t have to bother downshifting. Twist and go. Cool. We had the bike weighed down with lots of gear on our Baja trip; the Enfield didn’t seem to care. The engine is a 4-valve per cylinder, single overhead cam design, but the Enfield folks somehow managed to pull off the styling such that it looks a lot like the original overhead valve Enfield design of the 1960s (kudos for that). It is a good-looking and brilliantly-performing motor.
The bike never felt heavy to me. The Enfield carries its weight low and it felt light and quick everywhere. Yeah, on paper it’s 80 lbs heavier than the ’65 Bonneville. It didn’t feel like it, though. It feels good.
Enfield’s spec sheet says the bike is air-and-oil cooled, and there’s a non-obtrusive oil cooler mounted on the frame downtubes. The engine looks perfect. It’s nicely finned and you can see the thing. The exhaust system is a work of art. The mufflers are nicely shaped megaphones and brilliantly plated, and the exhaust header curvature is perfect. (Why is the word “perfect” emerging so frequently in this report?) I’m guessing the headers are a “pipe in a pipe” arrangement, as the pipes exhibited no heat discoloration. The clamps securing the exhaust headers to the cylinder head are neatly finned gizmos, just like Triumph had in the ’60s. Both sides of the engine have beautiful cases. Gresh commented that the engine’s left side cases were fashioned to make it look like the bike had separate engine and transmission cases, as Enfield had in days of yore. The Enfield guys got it right. I am impressed.
Gresh mentioned in an earlier blog that he reached 115 mph in 5th gear and 110 mph in 6th, confirming that 6th is really an overdrive. I never took the bike over 80; it would do it, I just didn’t want to. I found the bike stable at any speed. Fuel economy is outstanding. When we took delivery of the bike, it had 847 miles on the odometer and Joe measured 60 mpg on the first tank. On our last tank, with another 1300 miles on the bike, it returned 70 mpg. It never used any oil on our trip.
The headlight is a big chrome affair, just like Triumph (and basically all the British manufacturers) used to do. The beam was good, too. It lit up the street nicely.
The bike has a single disk in front and another in the rear. Both are ABS equipped. There’s no provision that we could see to turn the ABS off. Joe slammed the rear brake on a dirt road, and you could see where the ABS activated on and off in the bike’s track. The brakes are good. I never used them hard enough to activate the ABS feature, and that was okay by me.
The fuel tank is nicely contoured with a teardrop shape (it looks like a motorcycle gas tank should). Fuel capacity is 13.7 liters (that converts to 3.6 gallons). The tank emblems are gorgeous, although there was a very slight curvature mismatch where the leading edge of the emblem interfaced with the tank. That’s my inner motojournalist kicking in. I had to find something negative to say about the bike, and folks, this is one of very few nits I had with the bike. Yeah, I’m being picky. The gas cap is of the locking variety (it unlocks with the ignition key), and the cap is not hinged on the tank. You take it completely off when refilling. The bike ran equally well on regular or premium, and we mostly ran on regular because that’s all we could get once we went further into Baja.
Here’s another nit: Joe and I both felt the left side of the bike is crowded around the footpeg. The gearshift is a little too close (I guess it could be adjusted upward, and I’d like the lever to be a little longer). The extensions for the kickstand and the centerstand extend far enough outside the bike and they are close enough to the footpeg that putting your foot down is a bit challenging. I didn’t like that all of that stuff (the gearshift, the footpeg, the kickstand extension, and the centerstand extension) stuck as far out as they did, and I had to think about where I put my foot down more than I do on other motorcycles. On the plus side, shifting was slick and effortless, there was no clunking, and the bike almost changed gears telepathically (it was that smooth). Getting the kickstand down was easy with the long extension, and pulling the bike up on the centerstand was also easy. Enfield provides a nice handhold on the left side of the bike for that purpose.
I’d call the instrumentation perfect (ah, there’s that word again). As I mentioned in one of the first blogs we did on the Interceptor, Enfield captured the essence of the big old Smiths instruments that used to adorn British bikes back in the ’60s. The bike has a digital, bar-based fuel gage in the left pod, an analog speedo and tach, high beam and turn signal indicators, an ABS light, and an odometer and two tripmeters. Stated differently, it has all the good stuff you need and none of the stuff you don’t. The tripmeter reset was a pushbutton between the speedo and tach. I found the tripmeter reset a little hard to actuate, but I haven’t been hitting the gym lately.
The horn on this bike is loud. It sounds like a European automobile horn. I liked that.
On the bodywork, everything looks great. The tank, as mentioned above, is is nicely shaped and the metalflake tangerine color is stunning. The Interceptor’s fenders are nicely shaped, a bit abbreviated (which I like), silver in color, and plastic, all of which is fine by me. The bike has a deep gloss black tubular double downtube frame, and that answers the mail nicely for a refined and classic Britbike look. The seat is long, not overly cushy, flat, and comfortable (it has a cable-actuated release accessible under the right body panel). The side covers work, too. I like that they are black. It fits the overall look nicely.
The handlebar switchgear is the same as the Bullet, which is the same as the CSC motorcycles, which is the same as 90% of the motorcycles sold today. Somewhere, there’s a single factory making handlebar switchgear for everyone. My guess is that factory has a Chongqing zip code. It all works nicely. The turn signals are not self-cancelling. The clutch and front brake levers (forgive me, Joe Gresh) fell easily to hand and were light to operate. One more minor nit: Joe noticed that the front brake left was shaped such that it had a minor drag against the right handlebar switchgear housing, and that this slight drag prevented the brake lever from returning all the way to the forward position (you could touch the front brake lever with your fingers to make it go all the forward). We probably could have adjusted that interference out by repositioning the front brake lever on the handlebar, but we did not. It’s a nit that will almost certainly be gone when the bikes go into production for the US market. Joe liked the handlebar crossbar; I thought it was the only thing on the bike that looked cheap. I think it would have been better if it was an integral part of the handlebar, as Janus does on their Gryffin model and CSC does on the TT250.
The front suspension is not adjustable, and if you have been following the ExNotes Enfield Baja blog, you know that’s okay by me. The rear suspension is adjustable for preload. As delivered to us, the rear shocks were set to a medium position. Our bike, being a preproduction prototype, did not have a tool kit, so there was no spanner to make any rear shock adjustments. You can see from some of our photos that we had the Interceptor loaded heavily with our gear and soft luggage, and I managed to bottom out the rear suspension a couple of times. No big deal. Suspension travel is about what’s needed on a street bike. The wheels are 18-inchers front and rear.
Our Enfield benefactor told us that officially the bike is to be known as the 650 INT, as the Interceptor name had some issues. I’m guessing that’s because a certain other motorcycle uses that name today (hint: that motorcycle is usually red). Ah, whatever. It seems to me that Enfield of yore (in the UK Enfield days) used the Interceptor name long before you met those nicest people on a…well, you know. And then, of course, there was the Ford Interceptor, the name the Blue Oval guys stuck on their police cruisers. So I thought I might help Enfield by suggesting a few other names. My first idea was that maybe they could call this bike the Kool Long Range 650 to honor our 1300-mile Baja adventure and the bike’s displacement, but that would abbreviate to KLR 650, and…well, you know. Another idea was that because the bike has electric starting and it is such a smooth ride, we could call it the Electra-Glide, but…well, you know. And then, because it is so well balanced and tractable with its torquey motor, we might call it the Go Slow, but that becomes GS, and I think someone is already using those initials. The tank badges are kind of gold in color and shaped like a wing, so maybe Gold Wing would work (is that already taken?). Maybe, because of where the bike is manufactured, we could just call it the Indian. What’s that? That name is already taken, too? It’s tough, I guess, naming a new bike.
Overall, I am extremely impressed with the new Royal Enfield 650 Interceptor. So much so, that I’m going to buy one if (as I mentioned in an earlier blog) I can convince the dealer that I’m not stupid and I’m not subsidizing their freight and setup fantasies. At first blush, one of the dealers told me freight and setup on this bike would be $1200. Uh huh. Look, I know that you can ship a bike anywhere in the lower 48 states for something around $350 (and that’s a max number; if you’re shipping it to a closer state it’s a lot less, and if you’re shipping several, the rates drop even more). Setup on this bike probably involves installing the mirrors, maybe the handlebars, and the front wheel, and all that should take under an hour. I don’t know why the dealers persist in this gouge-the-customer-for-freight-and-setup larceny. Well, I take that back. I do know. I just don’t like it, and I won’t pay it. A realistic freight and setup cost (to the dealer) is most likely below $350, and with a reasonable profit that number would go a little higher. But not $1200. No way, no how.
Okay, off the soapbox and back to the bike. I think the Enfield 650 is one of the best motorcycles I’ve ever ridden. It’s light, it’s smooth, it’s fast, it handles well, it gets good fuel economy, and the fit and finish are world class. It’s almost too good, in that maybe it doesn’t have the character or personality of the Bullet, or a 1965 Triumph Bonneville. But that’s a trade I’d make. Enfield hit a home run with the Interceptor. I think it’s perfect.
Everything Joe Berk has written about the Bullet’s shaky performance on our Baja tour is true, but like our President’s spokeswoman has said, there are alternative facts in addition to real facts.
The first alternative fact is that motorcycle reliability is highly over-rated. For me, being broken down on the side of the road with the Bullet is much more preferable to gliding by silently on a plastic-encased, soulless appliance. Some of the funniest, most enjoyable times on our ride were when the Bullet did something strange requiring me and Berk to use our brains and not just our wallets. Besides, most of the Bullet’s issues were easily resolved with a hammer or by burning some sage (except for the chain and sprocket wearing out), and we were back on the road in a matter of minutes.
Another fact I dispute is the 70 miles-per-hour top speed of the Bullet. I swear I saw 80 miles per hour plus on the run down California’s busy Highway 15 and we were staying with traffic just fine. The Bullet may have gone even faster but I was in no mood to tuck in. Anyway, if you want speed a used Suzuki ‘Busa will set you back 3 to 5 thousand dollars and you’ll have all the speed you can stand.
The bike was a bit bent up in the rear. Not knowing the history we didn’t know if it had been dropped at some point or if the factory jigs put a twist into the operation from Day One. The Bullet’s steel kickstand was easy to bend so I offered to straighten out the rear frame but Berk felt we might just cause other problems in the process. I’m guessing other Bullets are not so crooked.
Even though the exciting new Royal Enfield 650 was supposed to be our focus on this Baja trip, the Bullet dominated the conversation and our thoughts. Good or bad, that’s a sign of an interesting motorcycle. Do I like the Bullet better than the new 650? Oh, hell no! I love the 650 and would buy one, but if you prefer the Bullet with all its faults you’re my kind of motorcyclist.
You might wonder why the first photo in a blog about the Royal Enfield Bullet is a CSC TT250. Let me explain. That guy in the photo above is good buddy Dan, with whom I’ve ridden in Baja a couple of times on the CSC trips (once on TT250s, and the other time on the RX3s). Dan is the only guy I know who owns an Enfield Bullet, and before I go into the good, the bad, and the ugly regarding my Bullet experience, I called him to get his take on the bike. Dan has owned his Bullet since 2013, it’s the fuel injected model (like the one I rode), and he has 7500 miles on it. Lest you think Dan doesn’t ride much, he owns several motorcycles, and that’s why he only has 7500 miles on his Enfield.
Dan told me his Bullet has been trouble free, but he also told me he is fastidious in maintaining it and he is a conservative rider. Dan said things vibrate loose and you have to keep an eye on that, but his bike has never broken down, it’s never had any electrical issues (like the missing and stumbling Joe Gresh and I experienced on the entire Baja trip), and he likes the bike. That’s good input, and it’s what I hoped I would hear.
For reasons I’ll explain later, I asked Dan about the rear sprocket and chain maintenance, and he laughed. “It’s the only thing I was going to mention,” Dan said. He replaced his rear sprocket at 7500 miles, and he is a fanatic about chain maintenance and lubrication. More on that in a bit, folks.
Another bit of background up front. Royal Enfield North America was kind enough to lend Joe and I a Bullet. Our particular bike was a 2016 press bike that had been stored at a dealer for some time (not Southern California Motorcycles, but another Enfield dealer), and when we received it, it was in a state of extreme neglect. I won’t go into that in detail (you can read about it in a prior blog); I’ll just mention it again and touch on it a few times through this post. The Enfield Bullet is an old school bike and it requires maintenance; this one had essentially none and it put a damper on our trip. I wanted to love the bike and write great things about it; the condition of the bike made that difficult.
With that as a backdrop, let’s get into a detailed review.
I think the Bullet is a beautiful motorcycle. It has a look I just love. It screams 1950s, it screams British, and I love the feel and sound of a big single. The black paint and chrome work for me. The pinstriping is superb, and I found a video that shows how Royal Enfield does it…
The centerpiece of any motorcycle has to be the engine, and on this count, the Bullet excels. That beautiful, tall, exquisitely-finned single and its polished cases can only be described as stunning. It’s what a motorcycle is all about. No water-cooled, take-the-fairings-off-and-I-look-like-a-washing-machine silliness here. Nope. This is a motorcycle, with the accent on motor. I love the look.
The Bullet’s fenders are enormous, deeply-valanced metal structures. They have a very 1950s look, which I like. No plastic here, folks. Curiously, the rear fender was not centered on the rear tire when viewed from behind. The wheels were aligned and the bike tracked true. My take is that the tolerance build up and assembly technique allowed the mismatch. My old 1978 Triumph Bonneville suffered from the same cosmetic issue.
The front brake is good. It’s a disk brake and it stops well. The rear brake on the 2016 model I rode was a drum brake, which was adequate but not great. The newer Enfield 500s have ABS and a disk brake in back. I didn’t attempt to get the brakes to fade. That sort of whackadoodle stuff is best left to the mainstream moto media journalists as they flog bikes and overuse catchy phrases like “the controls fell easily to hand…” (that’s Gresh’s line; I wished I had thought of it). The brakes worked fine for us.
The Bullet comes with a decent tool kit (that’s the good news), which we actually had to use several times in Baja (that’s the bad news). It’s stored in a key-locked metal container on the left side of the bike. There’s a similar key-locked metal container on the right, and it provides access to the air cleaner.
There’s another key-locked metal cover on the left side of the bike covering the battery, and that’s another good news story. The battery is big, and the terminals are accessible even with the cover on. That makes good sense. On our press bike, the battery was shot when we received the bike (we didn’t know that before we left for Mexico, though) and we had to buy a new battery in Guerrero Negro. We bought it at a tiny shop tucked away on a dirt road, and as you can imagine they didn’t stock Royal Enfield parts. We bought one that was close enough in size to go into the bike (but we couldn’t put the battery cover back on after installation). It worked just fine. Like they say, halitosis is better than no breath at all.
The Bullet has a kick starter. It looks cool, but the big single is tough to kick over. Both Gresh and I failed to start the bike with the kick start. I view the kick starter as more ornamental than functional. The electric starter works well, although our bike would go through several crankshaft rotations before it fired up. It was kind of like starting an old radial-engine airplane. It would get the engine turning, somewhere in there a little British chap yelled CONTACT, and then the engine would run on its own.
The wheels and tires on the Enfield are another old school touch. They’re both 19 inchers, with a 3.25×19 in front and 3.50×19 in the rear. Both have old-school tread designs. Both felt secure on the road and in the dirt, their narrow treads notwithstanding.
The fuel cap was not attached to the fuel tank, and it was the kind you completely unscrew. The Enfield website says the Bullet’s fuel tank holds 3.5 gallons. On the long stretch from Catavina to the Pemex station 20 miles north of Guerrero Negro (a distance of exactly 110 miles) the low fuel light indicator was just starting to flicker about 100 yards shy of the gas station. I don’t know for sure how many miles are left when that happens, but with a published capacity of 3.5 gallons, I suspect that like most fuel injected bikes, the low fuel light comes on early. Motorcycle manufacturers do that to keep the fuel pump immersed in fuel (it’s how the fuel pump is cooled). The Bullet’s fuel economy was superior. Gresh got just over 75 mpg riding it down to the border, and I got 72.something riding it north from the border. With that kind of fuel economy, I’m guessing that when the low fuel light comes on there’s still a good two gallons left in the tank.
At first, I thought the Bullet’s horn was tragic. It bleated like a baby lamb (sitting on the motorcycle, I could hear it, but no one else could). Then the battery died, and like I explained above, by the grace of God we found a useable replacement in Guerrero Negro. With the new battery the horn flat out honked. It’s a good horn, one that speaks with the authority a proper 500cc thumper should have.
Instrumentation can only be described as primitive. Adequate would be stretching the word. There’s a speedometer and an odometer, but no tripmeter. There’s no tach, but the engine speeds were low enough that you could almost calculate rpm by counting thumps and using a wristwatch. There’s a fuel warning light but no fuel gage. That makes for dicey riding. You either have to hope the fuel warning light leaves enough range to make the next gas station (very dicey in parts of Baja), or you need to remember the odometer reading when you last filled up (very dicey at my age), or you need to ride with someone who has a trip meter on their bike (very dicey unless you know people in high places in Royal Enfield North America, like I do). There’s a check engine light (which is kind of funny, because like I explained at the beginning, this motorcycle is all motor…yep, the engine’s there alright!), there’s a turn signal indicator (which I never could see in the daytime), there’s a high beam indicator (can’t see it in the daytime), and there’s a neutral light (same story, you just can’t see it during the day). One other mild concern for me was that when I cruised between 55 and 65 mph (the Enfield’s sweet spot), the speedo needle obscures the odometer and I could not tell how far I’d ridden when I tried to use the odometer as a fuel gage.
The Bullet has both a centerstand and a kickstand, and it was easy to deploy both. On our ride, after the third day I was sure the bike was leaning more to the left than it had been on the kickstand. Gresh looked at it and he started laughing. It sure was. The thing leaned further left than Bernie Sanders. The sidestand and the left footpeg are bolted to a metal plate, which is in turn bolted to the frame. That plate was bending. Gresh deployed the sidestand and stood on it, which bent the mounting plate back to a more reasonable position. We thought we were good until the bike died on the road a short while later. It didn’t start missing or stumbling this time; it just died as if someone had turned the ignition off. Here’s why: The kickstand actuates a “kickstand down” switch, which prohibits engine operation if the kickstand is extended (sort of; bear with me on this part of the story).
We had another failure the morning we left Guerrero Negro, and it was one of those sudden “ignition off” failures. Joe unbolted the kickstand interlock switch by the side of the road out there in the Baja desert and we did a quick test to find out if the switch needs to be open or closed to allow engine operation. We quickly concluded it is a normally-closed switch, and then we simply ziptied the switch to the frame after removing it from the kickstand mounting plate. From that point on, our easy-to-fool Bullet thought the kickstand was always up. Problem solved; no more engine sudden death syndrome. Yeah, things were going south, but in its defense, problems on the Bullet are easy to diagnose and fix.
The plate securing the kickstand is either underdesigned (i.e., it’s too weak), or the metal was improperly heat treated and it’s too soft. In the bike’s defense, I was carrying about 50-60 lbs of stuff in my Wolfman bags and Nelson-Rigg tailpack, and I have a habit of standing on the left footpeg and throwing my right leg over the luggage when I get on a bike. That puts a strain on the kickstand and its mount. But that’s a likely scenario for any rider, and the bike should have been able to take it without the kickstand mounting plate bending.
One more thing on the kickstand switch…the logic is weird. With the bike on the sidestand, you can crank the engine all you want. It just won’t fire. Consequently, you can’t idle the bike to let it warm up on the kickstand (if the bike is running, as soon as you extend the kickstand, the engine dies). But you can crank the starter with the bike on the kickstand. I think that’s dumb, because it will allow you to propel the bike forward on the kickstand if the bike is in gear. On most bikes, with the kickstand down you can’t crank or run the motorcycle. That’s how I would do it, but then, I don’t sell a zillion bikes a year like Royal Enfield does, so what do I know?
I found the Bullet to be surprisingly comfortable, more so even than the Interceptor and most other motorcycles. The seat was hard and the step in it prevents moving around during long hours in the saddle, but the ergonomics worked for me. Gresh said the same thing. The bike doesn’t have a fairing or a windshield, but it was supremely comfortable at any speed.
Suspension, front and rear, is non-adjustable on the Bullet. It’s not an issue for me. Stack 20 mattresses, put a pea underneath the mess, and I can’t tell you if that pea is there or not. For me, adjustable suspension is the same sort of thing. I think the entire concept of adjustable suspension for most folks is a joke (particularly suspension dampening), little more than a marketing gimmick. I’ve had bikes with adjustable suspension that I rode for years and I never changed the factory suspension settings. Your mileage may vary. I don’t know the suspension travel, but whatever it is, I found it to be sufficient. I carried a lot of freight on the Bullet over roughly 1300 Baja miles and I never bottomed out.
The Bullet’s top speed was somewhere in the indicated 72-73 mph range. The bike had enough power for passing, but just barely. Again, for the kind of riding I do, it was adequate. On the US freeways down to Mexico, we ran at about 60-65 mph, we stuck to the right lane, and we were fine. Enfield advertises 27 horsepower for this motorcycle, and that figure sounds about right. My 250cc Zongshen RX3 has 25 horsepower, it’s a little lighter, and it’s a little faster. But I recognize that nobody buys the 500cc Enfield to race other motorcycles. I suspect the people who buy this bike don’t care about 0-60 times or top speeds. It’s all about the vintage riding experience, and in that regard, the Enfield excels.
The Bullet frame is a massive tubular steel affair, like they made them when men were men and well, you get the idea. On some of the rear portions of the frame, the tube diameter was so large my bungee cord hooks wouldn’t fit. The Bullet has these sort of frame runners that go outside the bike on either side in the rear; those were very handy for bungee cord hookups.
On the ride home, with 20 miles to go at the end of our trip, the Bullet started misbehaving big time. It was clanking and banging, so much so that I initially thought I had thrown a rod or toasted a main bearing. Nope, it wasn’t that at all. We hit a bit of rain, and even though we had lubed the chain that morning and found it to be sufficiently tight, it was bone dry from the rain and it was hopping over the rear sprocket. The chain was already rusty, and the rear sprocket teeth were rounded and hooked. In under 3500 miles. Amazing. That’s what my good buddy Dan laughed about when I called him earlier. His take on it is that Enfield uses a very cheap and soft rear sprocket. That and the neglectful dealer’s lack of maintenance on our Bullet combined to toast the chain, the rear sprocket, and probably the front sprocket. In defense of the Bullet, it got me home, but the last few miles of our trip were at 10 mph or less.
As I stated at the beginning of this blog, and as Joe and I talked about in previous blogs, the dealer who had this bike did nothing we could see to maintain it, and they certainly did nothing to prep the bike for our Baja trip. When the Bullet was delivered, the oil was a quart down, the chain was rusty, the spark plug wire and lead were corroded, and the battery was on its last legs. Before the bike was delivered, I called the dealer to ask if the Bullet had a tool kit, and the salesperson I spoke with became defensive. Like Steve Martin used to say, well, excuuuuse me. The bike was a press bike, and it probably was abused by others writing about, you know, the controls falling easily to hand and such (and maybe doing burnouts and wheelies), but there was just no excuse for the bike to be delivered in the condition it was in. It only had 2264 miles on the odometer when we got it. Royal Enfield was apologetic and embarrassed by all of it; the dealer should be ashamed. I think that was a major screwup on their part. Maybe they just don’t care, or perhaps they’re too busy finding new ways to inflate ADM fees and overcharge for desmodromic valve adjustments. Whatever. I’ll never buy a motorcycle from them. On the other hand, the dealer who provided the Interceptor (Southern California Motorcycles) delivered that bike in perfect condition. That’s the way it’s supposed to be.
The Bullet dealer’s failure to prep the 500 was unfortunate. I really wanted to love the thing and maybe buy one, but I can’t after what we experienced. That’s a shame. The Bullet reminded me of my ’92 Harley Softail in many ways. It was a paint-shaker at speed, it was okay on the freeway, it excelled on country roads, and it looked, felt, and sounded like a motorcycle should.
The last topic I’ll touch on is the Bullet’s pricing. For whatever reason, I thought the Bullet’s MSRP was around $4795, but I was off by nearly a thousand bucks. A new Enfield 500 is $5599, and that’s before the fiction dealers call freight and setup. A new 650 Interceptor is $5799. To me, that’s nuts. For an extra two hundred bucks, the Interceptor is just too much motorcycle to pass up. Maybe Enfield is going to phase out the 500. Or maybe the Bullet just costs that much to make (which I think is very, very unlikely, as any Bullet tooling or other fixed costs were probably amortized before most of the folks reading this were born). I like the Bullet enough to consider going the Joe Gresh route (you know, buy a used one for cheap). But a nationwide search on CycleTrader showed almost no used Bullets for sale, and the few that were listed were close enough to a new bike’s price that their owners (in my opinion) were dreaming. Go figure. I guess folks who own these bikes just don’t sell them, and I think that speaks well for the bike.
You might be wondering…why did we take a 2016 Bullet instead of a 2019 new Enfield 500? Hey, you go to war with the Army you have, and the 2016 Bullet is what the good folks at Royal Enfield North America gave to us. I don’t know if some of the things I’m writing about have been addressed in newer versions. Maybe it’s not fair to do a road test on a bike that’s already 3 years old, but if there’s any unfairness here, it’s in the fact that the bike was just flat neglected, and that’s something we had no control over.
So there you have it. Neglected or not, the Bullet got us down to Guerrero Negro and back, and it took us to see our friends in Scammon’s Lagoon. The whale watching this year was awesome…some of the best I’ve ever experienced.
Next up? Our take on the new Interceptor. That’s really exciting, both because it’s a new model and to my knowledge we are the first folks in the US to take the new 650 Enfield on a real adventure ride.
I’m enjoying a cup of coffee in my favorite mug, nice and warm at home listening to the rain coming down on this fine post-Baja morning. As much fun as riding in Baja is, it’s always good to be home. Joe is somewhere on the road east of Quartzite, headed to his home on the Tinfiny Ranch in New Mexico. Ours was a grand Baja adventure ride, and we only had a tiny bit of rain during the last few miles yesterday.
I have a bunch of Interceptor and Bullet photos that I’ll be sharing in the next few days with more information on each bike, and Joe has bunch more and a lot of video. Like always, he’ll be assembling a video review, and like always, it will be great.
Our special thanks to Royal Enfield North America for trusting us with their motorcycles, and in particular, our good buddy Bree (who made it all happen).
Want to catch up on our Baja Royal Enfield ride? Hey, here you go…
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As you’re reading this, Gresh and I are having another excellent breakfast at the Malinalli Sabores Autóctonos restaurant next to the Hacienda Hotel in Tecate, where we arrived last night after another excellent day on the road. As you know, we’ve had a ton of rain this winter, and I’ve never seen Baja so green, orange, and yellow. The wine country south of Ensenada was stunningly vibrant, the orange and yellow wildflowers were in full bloom, the sky was a brilliant blue, and the Interceptor was perfect. Folks, there are few things in life that are as much fun as a Baja motorcycle ride. Doing it on the Enfields was a special treat. Trust me on this.
We rolled out of the Old Mill Hotel in San Quintin late, soaking up the morning sun and enjoying coffee prepared by one of our hotel neighbors. It was an easy run up Mexico 1 and we set a leisurely pace. We encountered the same construction delay in the mountains we experienced on the ride south…you know, one of those deals where they stop traffic going each way while folks going the other way have to wait for all of the other folks who have been waiting. Today was a bit more interesting. As an 18-wheeler passed a trailer (a trailer that was somehow associated with two guys riding BMWs…do the GS models always come with a support trailer?), it hit the trailer on a tight corner. That one could get messy. I hope those riders had their BajaBound insurance. We sure did. I never enter Baja without my BajaBound insurance.
After that, we entered the mess that is Ensenada, but we filtered through it quickly. Then it was on to the Ruta del Vino, a quick stop at the L.A. Cetto vineyards, and back to Tecate.
The Interceptor was just perfect, as it has been on this entire trip. The guys at Southern California Motorcycles in Brea did a fine job prepping the bike for our trip, as was evidenced by the bike’s flawless performance. I’m going to give you my detailed comments on both the Interceptor and the Bullet in a subsequent blog, as will Joe Gresh. This has been a hell of a trip, and it’s not over yet.
Most of our time riding Royal Enfield motorcycles through Baja is spent eating. We have breakfast then ride a while. Any time between 10am and 2 pm is lunch time followed by a rolling dinner that lasts several hundred miles.
My T-shirts have stopped buckling and my pants no longer fit over my head. It’s a mess. Take today, we had Chorizo with eggs then cheesecake then chips and guacamole then tuna. Wash it all down with a nice, cold Mexican Negra Modelo beer and call it a moveable feast.
We eat so much so often that our awesome bellies have crushed the Royal Enfields down to Well-Respected Enfields. It’s a shame.
Between meals we managed to knock out a few hundred miles. The Bullet is averaging about 1000 calories per mile while the thirstier 650 twin Royal Enfield is showing signs of early onset diabetes. Pass me another Moon Pie will ya?
I spent the entire day riding the Bullet and it is much improved. Not exactly like it should be but running about 75% better than the last time I tried it. Berk will explain all in his blog.
We are slowly eating our way back to California and if our hearts and livers can hold out, should be home tomorrow.
When we started off on this trip I hated the Bullet. It was too old fashioned, too slow and it ran terribly. The Royal Enfield 650 in comparison was flawless. The twin ran smoothly and never stumbled. It was plenty fast and I couldn’t imagine anyone buying the Bullet over the Enfield.
The Bullet has broken down repeatedly on our Baja ride. When I’m aboard the 500cc single I never know if I’m going to make it around the next curve. I never know which thump will be the last thump.
And therein lies the Bullet’s appeal: The Bullet needs me. The Bullet needs an experienced rider with an ability to adapt to ever-changing situations. Anyone can ride the new 650 twin.
As this trip has progressed I’ve become more enamored of the Bullet. The Bullet appreciates my attention. It never got any before. I get the feeling that if I died the Bullet would lay atop my gravesite and mourn, not taking gasoline or succor from any others. The bike would lay there and waste away, broken-hearted. Much like how we found it when we rescued the old motorcycle from the dealership that had it chained to a post outside.
We’ve bonded; me and the Bullet are a team. Sure, the Bullet is the weakest member of the team but that just makes me feel like a star player.
And that’s another Bullet attraction: The motorcycle is never better than you are. You don’t feel outclassed or suspect you are leaving untapped performance on the table. What you see is what you get with the Bullet and the more time we spend struggling across the Mexican desert the more I like what I see.
After a great dinner at a newly discovered restaurant in Guerrero Negro two nights ago (the San Remedio), we started the trek north yesterday. We rode from Guerrero Negro to San Quintin through Guerrero Negro’s coastal plains into the desert, then into the beautiful Catavina boulder fields, and then the Valle de los Cirios mountains. We’re arrived back in the Old Mill Hotel on San Quintin Bay last night.
I’ll give you the lowdown on both bikes in more detail in a future blog, but it looks like the bottom line is going to go like this: The 650 Interceptor is an amazingly competent motorcycle, and if Royal Enfield handles the marketing right and somehow manages to keep the dealer freight and setup fees in check, this bike will sell extremely well. It’s a great value for the money and it’s a good motorcycle, perhaps approaching even the CSC motorcycles in terms of value.
The Bullet has been fun, it’s got tons of character, but our bike has been a disappointment. Don’t get me wrong: I wanted to like the Bullet. It’s just that this particular sample (a 2016 press bike) was sent to us suffering from a severe case of neglect. There was almost no oil in the bike, the battery was shot, the chain was rusty, the spark plug lead was defective, probably other things were out of adjustment, and the bike still has a nagging stumble. Gresh and I have been massaging the Bullet since we left (we repaired the spark plug wire, we removed the kickstand interlock to keep the bike from dying on the open road, we bought and installed a new battery in Guerrero Negro, and we had a few good laughs while doing all of it on the side of the road in Baja). If the adventure starts when something goes wrong, the Bullet (at least this particular one) is every inch an adventure bike.
I doubt all Bullets (or even the rest of them) would have performed this poorly and if you own a Bullet, my apologies if what I write here offends you. I wanted to be positive about both bikes and I really wanted to love the Bullet, but of the two bikes, the one that I would purchase would be the Interceptor and the one I would avoid is the Bullet. I can handle the vibration and the 72-73 mph top end; I can’t handle the reliability issues. To be fair, I doubt anyone purchases a Bullet to do Baja, and that’s what our trip is. But the reality is we are doing a couple of hundred miles a day on asphalt, the weather is moderate, and the Bullet isn’t cutting it. Like I said above, this particular Bullet just had not been maintained. The Bullet deserves better, but it didn’t get it. There. With that out of the way, let’s get back on the road and continue the trek north.
Did I ever tell you I’ve been on two boats that sunk? No? Ah well, It’s a story for another blog another day. Bounding out into Guerrero Negro’s bay our low-gunneled pongas were kicking up rainbow waves and a light, salty mist settled over the occupants.
Sensing my worry, Berk assured me that this whale watching tourist business was settled science and I had nothing to worry about. “They must know what they’re doing” he told me.
At first the whales were far in the distance. I was so excited I zoomed my camera way out and started reeling off hundreds of shots. It went that way for a few hours but slowly the whales started to get closer to our boat. Somewhat cautious, then bolder, they came in closer. My zoom lens slowly retracted into its housing.
Still they approached, checking us out like like census workers. I no longer bothered with distant whales as we had plenty within 100 yards of the boat.
Late in the day the whales began to swim under the boat and kept getting bolder until they popped their heads up next to the low gunnel and spouted a fine mist all over the passengers. This we enjoyed way more than you’d think people that had just been sneezed on should enjoy.
The whales started rolling next to the boat, showing a fin here or a tail there. They pushed each other aside trying to receive lovey-dovey petting from passengers. Yes, we petted the whales like they were puppies.
Jaded by so many fantastic photo ops, I wouldn’t bother to lift the camera unless a whale specifically asked for a selfie with me. By name. They were crazy friendly, getting their noses (or where a nose should be) scratched and blowing salt water onto my camera and then feigning surprise, as if it was all a simple mistake.
It was an amazing time to be a whale as they don’t often get to meet two Royal Enfield riders in the same boat. Finally we ceded our private pod to another, less fortunate group of tourists.
The Bullet made it through the day without problems and now that it seems to be fixed Berk and I will swap bikes for the return ride. Wish me luck!