A day at Rick Mayer Cycle
Posted: Sun May 09, 2010 11:37 am
I've put about five thousand miles on my R12R so far, and it's a genuinely fantastic bike. My only real complaint (as many of you are painfully aware) is the stock seat. It's severe in the extreme. Part of the problem is that I have the lowered seat, but even allowing for that, it's just not built with any kind of regard to anatomy or comfort.
So I booked an appointment for a custom seat at Rick Mayer Cycle. Yesterday I got up early, put on my warmest layers, and headed out at 7:00am for a ride from Oakland, CA up to Anderson, CA (near Redding). It was an incredibly boring ride. The high speed of Interstate 5 (70mph posted) doesn't make up for the fact that it's a completely uninteresting road.
My appointment was for 1:00pm, but the confirmation message I got encouraged me to get there early if possible. Figuring that I was going to be spending all day at this anyway, I didn't mind the possibility that I would be waiting around, chatting with the other motorcycle guys, swapping dumb stories.
By 10:45am I had made it to Rick's shop, a little building out in the country with a lovely view of snow-peaked mountains. My butt was decidedly sore. I was actually the first one there, as the guy with the 10:00am slot was late. Rick explained that the guy (Ernie) was coming from Reno on an old airhead, and when he said 10:00am he really meant 11:00am, because airheads are slow.
So I pulled my bike into the garage bay and the boys went to work right away. Most of the cutting and sewing was done by Seth (a really nice guy who walked me through all the details) and Rick did all the foam shaping and restructuring.
Sometime along the way, Ernie showed up on his '93 GS, and they pulled him into the bay right next to me.
I chatted with the guys -- all very friendly -- and they let me hang out in the shop and watch them work close-up. I took pictures, natch. Rick also led Ernie and I on a tour of the grounds while Seth buttoned up my seat.
By 12:30, I was done. Done! My appointment hadn't even technically started yet, and they were already finished. I was almost bummed that I didn't get to spend more time swapping dumb stories with grizzled motorcycle guys, but still happy that I would be able to get back home at a reasonable hour.
So I mounted up and headed home on my very comfortable new seat.
The end.












So I booked an appointment for a custom seat at Rick Mayer Cycle. Yesterday I got up early, put on my warmest layers, and headed out at 7:00am for a ride from Oakland, CA up to Anderson, CA (near Redding). It was an incredibly boring ride. The high speed of Interstate 5 (70mph posted) doesn't make up for the fact that it's a completely uninteresting road.
My appointment was for 1:00pm, but the confirmation message I got encouraged me to get there early if possible. Figuring that I was going to be spending all day at this anyway, I didn't mind the possibility that I would be waiting around, chatting with the other motorcycle guys, swapping dumb stories.
By 10:45am I had made it to Rick's shop, a little building out in the country with a lovely view of snow-peaked mountains. My butt was decidedly sore. I was actually the first one there, as the guy with the 10:00am slot was late. Rick explained that the guy (Ernie) was coming from Reno on an old airhead, and when he said 10:00am he really meant 11:00am, because airheads are slow.
So I pulled my bike into the garage bay and the boys went to work right away. Most of the cutting and sewing was done by Seth (a really nice guy who walked me through all the details) and Rick did all the foam shaping and restructuring.
Sometime along the way, Ernie showed up on his '93 GS, and they pulled him into the bay right next to me.
I chatted with the guys -- all very friendly -- and they let me hang out in the shop and watch them work close-up. I took pictures, natch. Rick also led Ernie and I on a tour of the grounds while Seth buttoned up my seat.
By 12:30, I was done. Done! My appointment hadn't even technically started yet, and they were already finished. I was almost bummed that I didn't get to spend more time swapping dumb stories with grizzled motorcycle guys, but still happy that I would be able to get back home at a reasonable hour.
So I mounted up and headed home on my very comfortable new seat.
The end.














