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i kinda like the wounded goose noise my clutch makes when i abuse it. reminds me to pay attention, scares the bejesus out of those guys stuck halfway up the hill as i'm climbing past them, and adds a note of "character" to the bike.
junk? i dunno. i hear your concerns over the noise and the pipe, and i see what some people say about the rad shrouds catching knee braces, or about the seat being uncomfortable, but this is pretty much par for the course with bikes in general regardless of brand - there is always something to deal with.
for years, honda and yamaha seemed to make their handlebars and footpegs out of butter.
the decals came off the tank on my aprilia before it got home on the back of the truck, brand new. to say nothing of the other character traits that labeled those bikes one of the more spectacularly unreliable bikes ever made.
every ktm i have ever owned or ridden has had a seat that could charitably be described as an upholstered 2x4. and their clutches spring leaks. and their starters don't seem to have a whole lot of longevity. and their rear suspension sucks. the kickstand bolt on my 200 snapped one day just sitting there, on a bike that had never once in its life had a rider try to sit on the bike with the kickstand down.
the clutch on my ducati is amazingly bad. don't care what people say about the romance of a dry clutch - it is grabby and weird and defies attempts to work otherwise.
the right footpeg on my xr650 was known to snap off unless modified. the kickstand was made of pig iron. the gearbox felt like there was something rubbery between the shift forks. the fork oil was this green sludge and the damper rods came rusted from the factory.
wanna talk about sketchy quality? i had a VOR. this, in the 21st century, a bike with a kickstart that worked in the wrong direction on a bike that couldn't be kicked over when the engine was in gear (haven't seen that since the 1960s), that handled with a vagueness that was downright terrifying, and a bolt together frame that cracked in three separate places in less than a year. but hey, it had an ohlins shock - that was valved for an angry dwarf from another planet.
maybe it is the rose colored rose colored glasses that came with my 300, and as the bike gets ridden into decrepitude, i will start to like it less, but right now, the more the bike breaks in, the more i like it. i need to fiddle with the rear brake lever to get it "just right", and i wish the grab handles at the rear of the seat were designed for someone other than E.T, but for the kind of woodsy riding that i love, this is one of the most sorted out of the box bikes i have ever ridden.
sure, there are flies in the ointment. always will be. look at all the fun stuff this gives us to talk about!