You'll go blind.
well now I am confuzzled! I have three bikes, ive got:
A100 = Arsehole (cause it aint going at the mo) but usually A= Awesome
H100 = Hell on Wheels, which is exactly what it is!
RG150= ????????
"Some people are like clouds, once they fuck off, it's a great day!"
So you did.
I prefer my explanation.
That just proved my thesis that it was all bollocks, and there's actually no system.
Like the VTR1000 RC51 being called an RC51 in Mrka (where the VTR was actually developed, derived from the NT650 Hawk), even though it didn't fit the RC designation for some esoteric and anorak reason (can't remember). The Mrkns wanted to shoehorn it in and play on a heritage that it didn't have.
... and that's what I think.
Or summat.
Or maybe not...
Dunno really....![]()
I always thought that the base model was the GS. Because basically the bike is Good Shit bro.
Then they added an X. Because the marketing department wanted people to know that the bike was Extreme!
Then they added an R. Because R is like totally Radical man.
FXR? GN?
Fuk its getting complicated
If you can make it on Kiwibiker you can make it anywhere.
CB stands for "City Bike".
C-Camchain tensioner.
B-breaks.
R- repeatedly.
CG is the humble OHV.
The first GSXRs wheren't water cooled. Early R bikes did have full fairings and trick race rep bits.
The X in GSX stood for 4-valve heads. For example there was a 2 valve GS400 and a 4 valve GSX. The GS designation was kept on early Suzuki 4 valvers in the US (and I believe the US only) so as not to confuse American consumers. Another example is the GS500 and the GSX250(il4 or twin take your pick). Confusion comes with the GS1200 though. Now GSF? Gobsmacked Silly Fuck?
The S in GS is for 4 strokes T in GT desigenated 2 strokes. So therefore G must mean it's a two wheel road going contraption of some kind.
Last edited by Bonez; 4th May 2008 at 07:58. Reason: Adding bits as I go along.
Pretty obvious with Suzuki these really.
I ride a Gay Noob 250 bike. My bike is FuXoRed.
Me, I ride a Rattly Fairing.
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
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