Suzuki RMX

Shipping is $300.
Bike is in my town.

Mentally, for me, the extra $300 makes it too expensive for what it is; a play bike. Plus I just missed a 2005 EC250 for $1800 locally here, so that's awful close to the total delivered cost. Kind of you to offer to go put eyes on it though. Who knows, some delivery system may pop up yet.
 
Mentally, for me, the extra $300 makes it too expensive for what it is; a play bike. Plus I just missed a 2005 EC250 for $1800 locally here, so that's awful close to the total delivered cost. Kind of you to offer to go put eyes on it though. Who knows, some delivery system may pop up yet.

I don't know if I would call an RMX a play bike. I was riding a new Cr250 with all the mods and goodies in a HS in Tennessee. It was like the 4th loop and I was going along at a good clip and I just dropped two other riders in my class. The single track was a huge off camber right below the ridgeline for 150 yards then turned left around the mountain. Out of nowhere a old guy on an even older RMX comes up behind me, he never shut off, pinned his bike to off camber about 4 feet higher than me through the stick field, then flashed past, rocketed the next hundred yards turned left around the mountain and he was GONE. I caught a momentary glimpse of the old RMX as he shot past, I could barely see what it was behind all the duct tape, bailing wire and zip ties. The old guy was wearing some Malcolm Smith budget gear from 1980s with one sleeve almost torn off and I think part of the jersey was pink but he went by so fast I couldn't tell for sure.The rad shrouds were just flopping loose in the breeze, his handlebars were twisted more than a pretzel, and he didn't even have a grip on his clutch side REARGARDLESS, he never came off the pipe.

From that day forward I developed a very deep respect for RMXs.
 
I don't know if I would call an RMX a play bike. I was riding a new Cr250 with all the mods and goodies in a HS in Tennessee. It was like the 4th loop and I was going along at a good clip and I just dropped two other riders in my class. The single track was a huge off camber right below the ridgeline for 150 yards then turned left around the mountain. Out of nowhere a old guy on an even older RMX comes up behind me, he never shut off, pinned his bike to off camber about 4 feet higher than me through the stick field, then flashed past, rocketed the next hundred yards turned left around the mountain and he was GONE. I caught a momentary glimpse of the old RMX as he shot past, I could barely see what it was behind all the duct tape, bailing wire and zip ties. The old guy was wearing some Malcolm Smith budget gear from 1980s with one sleeve almost torn off and I think part of the jersey was pink but he went by so fast I couldn't tell for sure.The rad shrouds were just flopping loose in the breeze, his handlebars were twisted more than a pretzel, and he didn't even have a grip on his clutch side REARGARDLESS, he never came off the pipe.

From that day forward I developed a very deep respect for RMXs.


That was NOT the bike it WAS THE RIDER.
 
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