Cheap Chinese Moto en Paraguay
Who hasnīt wanted to buy a Yamazuki in some little known country? Itīs been my dream for many years. So I finally did it:
They even delivered it to the house, albeit with low tire pressure and a headlight that illuminates the front fender after two minutes of riding. But itīs really not too bad. Iīm 6ī5īī so the bike looks even smaller than it is.
$730 out the door. I got that price quote and crossed the street to a Honda dealer where the lowest Price was about $3000. Four for the price of one! And a Honda makes you a target for theft.
Itīs about the cheapest new bike I could find. Kenton is sold by Chacomer which has the biggest dealer network and best parts availability of any Chinese Brand here. Honda is the only Japanese dealer I could find and the place was really small with no dealer or parts network.
The plan is to give it to my father-in-law (my wifeīs in red above) to replace his bike when we leave for the states in three weeks:
The boys are our contribution to the in-lawsī grandchildren.
Brian! I'll be keeping up w/ this. It will be nice to get a little better feel for what goes on down there all summer! :rofl Looks like it's small enough that even your kid can just about reach the pegs. Another couple of weeks and he'll be driving it! Have fun. Post some adventures!
Whats that section up front on the second bike? Is that storage?
That, my friend, is what they call a īmataperroī - a īdog killerī
Apparently a motorcycle so equipped can quickly shrug off a dog attack; perhaps even gently brush aside a cow or a horse in the road. I hear accounts of lives saved by the mataperro in the ancient folk stories of the indigenous peoples here.
Itīs where you would mount your forward pegs if anyone used them here - tubular steel bolted to the frame. My father-in-law shoves his plastic thermos filled with ice water in there after he wraps it with a plastic bag to keep all the sand and diesel fumes out. He also wraps some bailing wire and straps some inner tube pieces to it just in case something falls off.
It really is, by the way, called a mataperro and the proper translation truly is dog-killer.
The gear indicator is to remind me that Iīve already reached top gear (often at 30 mph or 50 kph).
Top speed so far is 90 kph. 55 mph. I kinda have to lean forward against the wind so I can keep my arms slightly bent for better control.
The roads are sometimes quite poor and there are often unpainted launch ramps they call lomadas. Speed bumps in our world. Accidental air is painful.
I like that...."accidental air is painful"
I'm gonna put that one in the quotable quotes book. :deal
The Yamazuky shop
I always thought it was a joke until I saw these bikes about 5 years ago.
In the foreground is my Kenton GL150 with its new trunk and the ubiquitous Renault Clio. The little white truck is also one of many unknown Asian brands, most of which have three or four letters for names. I actually love the Yamazuky symbol.
Notice the sand everywhere. It gets into everything. Always. Sand in your sheets, your shoes, and sometimes your underwear.
The other competing moto brands are Taiga and Leopard and Star (They say īestarī) and probably some others. All basic cheap copies of old Japanese bikes with a máximum displacement of 200 or 250 cc.
Proximamente: street and traffic stories.
I never knew there was such a thing as a quotable quotes book. Now Iīll have to invent all kinds of pithy aphorisms.
I went to the supermarket. I know, itīs not nearly exciting as the open air markets where the cows have donated their organs for open display and sale, but at least there was motorcycle parking.
I saw three bikes parked in front of a WalMart in my hometown of Pittsburgh and I was impressed. Here I counted 60 motorcycles. You read that correctly, sixty! 85 cars.
I thought about parking in the section near the building but then I saw some guy trying to get his bike out and I figured some moron (thanks, Ben) would knock my pretty, new bike over and Pee Weeīs Big Adventure would start all over again.
They even had security watching over the lot.
Motorcycles are, of course, the effective equivalent of compact cars fit for the HOV lane.
Even if you have kids, you can use a motorcycle. Iīve seen families of five. From front to back itīs a 4 year old boy holding the handlebar, Dad driving, 8 year old girl, and Mom with newborn bringing up the rear. Pretty rare, so Iīll try to get a pic.
At least the parents have helmets.
And if the family gets too big, you have a business, or you just want to drive around and pick up crap off the street, you can get one of these:
All that for less than the price of a Honda. Cargo and assistant not included.
Shoulda bought a dual sport
I usually stick to paved roads around here since the bike I bought isnīt destined for me. Next time Iīll have to buy something off-road capable since sometimes the pavement just ends.
The buses and the bikes slow down a bit but they just keep on going. Bouncing and jouncing, stressing old suspensions and weary backs.
You have to really be careful since there is so much sand everywhere. Sometimes the streets are full of it. This looked like an interesting street so I took it.
I have no idea why the huge tree trunk is sitting in the road, but once I reached the top of the hill, I realized where all the sand came from.
Every rain brings more of it down the hill. The sand got deeper and deeper, the ruts more pronounced, and after 300 m I had to call it quits. My neck hurt and both wheels were squirming everywhere.
On the way back I took another street that was recently paved. As you can see, they donīt cut down trees. I waited a moment for the cow to enter the frame when suddenly a dog ran toward it, barking furiously, and chased the cow into the street.
Sometimes a horse will leap out from behind a tree in the road or a cow will rise up from behind an unmarked speed bump. And thatīs what they call normal.
Since I have such limited world experience and many of you have traveled far more extensively than I ever will, I have to ask: After youīve finished your business, are you supposed to put the soiled toilet paper in the toilet or in the garbage can next to it? In Paraguay, it goes in the can. The one next to the toilet.
Some say itīs because the pipes are small - but some poo is pretty big and it travels the pipes with no problems. Others say that the toilet paper is the problem - it doesnīt dissolve easily and causes problems in the septic system. Still others have never considered it - ĻWhat? You throw your toilet paper in the toilet?Ļ
Whatever the reason, various international airports and bus terminals in the southern cone of South America have signs telling you to put your poopaper in the garbage can, NOT the toilet.
So whatīs the answer where you have traveled? Garbage can or toilet? (īleft handī is an alternate answer)
Great thread, Brian. I'm finding this first hand account by someone I know to be particularly interesting. (The poo thing might be something I don't car to think too hard about though! Who draws the short straw and gets to change the can?) I am really curious about the road w/ the trees left right in the middle of it. There is even a center line and the trees are pretty clearly in the middle of the right lane! I hope no one steels those HUGE reflective yellow markers off it. :huh I suppose it'd be hard to miss. Hopefully everyone isn't driving around 20 kph over the limit texting on their phone like everyone is around here. It would be a real bummer to not see the tree coming! Does everyone even have phones? It looks like you drive on the left side of the road down there? If so is that hard to adjust too? Keep up the good work! Later.
Note to self - Turn ON your headlight!!
I just came back from a night ride. Itīs 6:30 and itīs been dark for an hour in the southern Winter where it reaches a low of 37 degrees and a few days later soars to 88 degrees.
Anyway, the motorcycles have an off switch for the headlights. Most people leave them off pretty much always so as not to burn out the bulb. You get used to looking for invisible motorcycles in the dark.
For some reason, I must have switched off the headlight. Stupid move. There was enough light on the city streets that I never noticed it until I was almost home. I was riding like I was a lot more visible and Iīll have to be more careful.
Yes, Brian, everyone has cell phones. Infrastructure is lacking and very expensive so most people donīt have land lines. Iīve seen texting from men driving horse-drawn carts and bus drivers with packed buses during rush hour. I followed my father-in-law out to his motherīs house in the dark on his motorcycle and he pulled his phone out about five times to check it. It's just one more thing to watch for on the crazy streets here.
The maximum speed that I have gotten out of this bike is the same as the best on my bicycle on a good downhill - 55 mph. Since itīs seriously cheap, everything is questionable and youīre always wondering what is going to fall off. Most people donīt drive nearly that fast since they bought the bike for basic family transportation and they want it to last.
The low beam is yellow and illuminates the road relatively poorly even at reasonable speeds. At 45 mph, it just shows you whatīs about to throw you off the bike. The high beam is brighter and whiter and definitely does a better job, but other drivers donīt like it in their eyes. Combined with the headlights of oncoming traffic, no painted lines or reflective markers anywhere, wandering livestock, and drivers not using any lights, every night ride is is a pretty exhilirating experience.
We drive on the right side of the road. Most of the time.
And yes, the tachometer above does indicate that my little thumper idles at above 2000 rpm. It tends to stall at lower speeds.
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