When I first came to love the RC51
In my younger and more prosperous years I was an over the road A&P mechanic. Jet mechanic, in other terms. I drove all over america, went to a lot of different airports, saw a good portion of the country. In around 2009 I was in Charleston, SC. My lead man was a man named Bob. Younger than me, but decided he liked the older name of Bob as opposed the the more modern name of Robert, Rob, etc. He was a cool guy. Over the road jet mech like myself. I'd bought a bike in SC, an 06 Yamaha R6. Really I knew nothing of bikes, but the speed excited me far more than my former days of building Camaro's and Mitsu Spiders. He blasted by me one day on the way to work, and I couldn't get over the sound. I don't presume to know which exhaust he had, But what I did know was I was hooked. Bob didn't like me originally. I was a newby in his crew, We had some words, but when we both held our ground eventually he came to respect me, and I him. We were friends after. I knew and saw his bike, and was always jealous of it. A few months later, a different mech got the RC51, Bob was mad. He wanted to be original, have something no one else did. I could see it. He complained to me about it, really because someone took his idea, I guess. I said it's a cool bike, and I wanted one. Over the months, he came to a point to where he had torn his apart, and wasn't riding. I pointed at my jacket and said "the key to mine is in the right pocket". He didn't say much, but at the Boeing plant if you rode a motorcycle you didn't have to take the bus from the airport parking to the building, you could park at the building itself. Smoke breaks were a 15 minute thing where you had to get on a bus and get driven to the airport parking lot to do your smoke break. Motorcycles, you could just hop on right outside the door, and have much more time. So he took my jacket, key, and the 17,500 rpm bike that day. He actually complimented me on the ride, how for a 600 it was peppy. (06-07 R6 have a red line of 17,500 and i heard him blasting to the plant using all of it) He was kind enough to offer his bike when it was done, but I didn't feel I was ready, and I never took the chance to ride his 51. We rode together a few times, But I couldn't take his bike out. I had to have my own. It took me a couple years until I could get one, got it cheap and rebuilt it to how I wanted it to be. This site helped a lot. Now, I have two. Now, I enjoy when people come up, or ask me at a red light "what is that?" It's not an R series Yami, or the gixxer I barely ride that's sitting in my garage. It's something different. Something special, and to my knowledge there's only 2 others in Wichita Ks. I've read all I can about the bike, I enjoy that when I'm out on it, I always get stares. I can ride my gixxer, or the other bikes in the garage, and never get a glance because they are too common. It's different. And although I stole the idea from a friend, really he can't complain to me, because he is from Philly and me from Wichita. Anyhow, that's how I came to love our common interest. If you have your own story of how you came to enjoy it, I'd be happy to hear it.