Now, to the motocrosser. I am no expert at riding on dirt. Sure, I own an Impulse and I have ridden a few adventure motorcycles off the beaten trail. But, arriving at a motocross track was still so intimidating. There were flat, fast and rutted corners; big double jumps; endless whoops; tall, bermed corners and a 10 year old in Yuvraj Deshmukh beating all of that into submission with some flair. Then I read his credentials including a top AMA Motocross finish, and I knew this was going to be an embarrassing afternoon.
And almost immediately after I began riding, I fell over negotiating one of the bermed corners. Naturally, everyone was looking. So, I dusted myself, picked up the bike, flashed an embarrassing smile under the helmet and got going, again. This time I was more careful. I realised the KX 250F was a light motorcycle. I also respected the fact that it makes nearly 50bhp. And that its throttle response is as electric as they come. So, I gingered around a bit and then based on someone’s gyan (don’t remember who), started believing in the blocky tyres.
Soon enough, the KX 250F seemed friendly. Sure, the front end moved a bit at turn-in but it never washed out. And though I wasn’t exactly hard on the gas, I was still giving the 250F a decent handful exiting corners. But, the bike’s rear just squatted and gripped and gripped. A few laps in and my thighs were on fire courtesy being stiff as a board on the bike, fighting it, scared of the low grip conditions. When on dirt or road, one needs to do just the opposite.
The pain and lack of stamina ensured that’s exactly what I did next time round. And instantly, the KX became my best friend. I could feel the bike more; I could tip it into corners quicker; dial in more lean; and get on the gas sooner and much harder. I loved it! And the KX, it seems, loved me back. The torquey engine meant, even a short-shifter like me, was getting good drive out of corners and over mud mounds (these were supposed to be jumps, by the way). And the odd mud mound I did manage to jump, the KX 250F landed with such poise and steadiness, it gave me the confidence to do it again and again.
Towards the end of the day and during my third riding session, I was feeling like a dirt hero. The KX 250F was egging me along. It remained planted as I opened up the KX in 1st, 2nd and 3rd gears. It braked beautifully with enough bite and barely a shudder or slip even over the rutted and sandy surfaces. And, the way it gripped both while entering and exiting corners was mind-boggling. Even when it got its tail out on power, it did so with such linearity and feel that it was completely controllable on the throttle.
I got so carried away with the bike’s ability that I completely forgot mine. Soon enough one of the tallest mud mounds arrived and I thought I could finally jump the KX 250F and give it good air over this one too. But, I had clearly overestimated my skill. I got it awfully wrong and landed hard on the front, almost vertically. I was imagining broken collarbones, fractured ribs and a totaled KX as a result. But, the KX’s front forks took the impact so well; it was almost like landing on a cushion. Nothing regretful happened. I fell, of course. But the bike was okay and so was I. So, I dusted myself, picked up the bike, flashed an embarrassing smile under my helmet, and ride back to the pits thanking my stars and loving every moment of the ride.
What a bike!