Again, a bike for which I’ve had to steal a picture. This pic is for a 2000 XT, which is not even a little bit different than the 1986. Just replace, in your mind, the blue bits with red and you’ll be looking at the ’86 XT.
I owned my XT for 6 years and loved it for most of that. The TDM and my old age finally eliminated my need for the bike and it sold for what I’d paid for it. XT’s don’t show up, often, for sale because they’re such terrific bikes. In California, I watched for one for two years, when I found it I got into a bidding war with three guys who hadn’t even been out to see the bike yet. I was the winner because I was there with cash. When I sold mine, I was on the other end of the same situation in Colorado.
I used mine, mostly, for commuting in Southern California, along PCH between Costa Mesa and Long Beach. Because California drivers are practically talentless and most are mental cases, I wanted a bike that could jump off-road without hesitation. The XT suspension could take a curb as well as most bikes can roll over smooth highway. I can’t guess how many times I left the road and ran for the safety of someone’s front yard, while commuting to school in Long Beach. I watched as two to a dozen cars, then, piled into each other, burying the spot I’d vacated a few moments earlier. Once, I decided the air must be too thin for the average Californian’s pollution-damaged brain and I rode nearly five miles on the sidewalk paralleling PCH. The place is a nutbin, but the XT350 was my way to escape joining the wacko bloodbath.
The other great advantage was in parking. CSULB would let me park my XT by the bicycle racks. I could practically ride up to my classes and step off the bike into my classroom.
Being a lazy bonehead, I allowed a little tuning to get between me and using the XT regularly in Colorado. Moving the bike, which was perfectly tuned in California, to Denver resulted in major jetting problems. The XT always ran way too rich in Colorado and a trip to Ramparts highlighted how far away from prime the tuning was. I had a miserable weekend trying to keep the 350 running in the 8,000 foot altitude of the motorcycle park. I couldn’t even keep the other guys in sight, while I fought stalling, loading-up, and the other symptoms of a super-rich fuel-air mixture. Locally, I got some terrible jetting advice from the Yamaha Aurora shop and the twin carburetor low/high rev system defeated me. Out of disgust (mostly with myself), I quit trying to figure out the bike and sold it. The moment my buyer loaded the XT on to his truck, I knew I’d made a mistake.
I’ve been looking for a replacement, even an exact replacement, for the last 15 years and nobody appears to be getting rid of their XT’s. I wish I’d have never sold the one I had.
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