Selling like hotcakes…

You’ve heard that expression when business is really, really good:  “They’re selling like hotcakes!”

That’s what’s been happening with the CSC Cyclone.   We started by counting motorcycles, and now we’re counting shipping containers.    The Cyclone sells for $3495 here.   The exact same bike in the UK goes for $4699.   It’s a heck of deal, and I’m here to tell you that the $3495 price won’t last too much longer.   I’m not giving you the old “impending doom” sales close; I’m telling you what’s going to happen.   If you’re thinking about the dotted line, dudes and dudettes, don’t dilly dally.   In the motorcycle world, this is the deal of the decade.

Today was a fun day.   We did the first of our maintenance tutorials.  We’re empowering our riders with a new path to market that includes what has to be the best deal in motorcycling with what I honestly believe is the world’s best motorcycle.   So do a lot of other people, judging by our sales.   We even include the shop manual and our online maintenance tutorials, the first of which appears immediately below this blog.

After Lupe and I changed the Blue Bandit’s oil, I lit her up.  Like the song goes, it was “head out on the highway” time.   The 210 freeway, that is, for a cool speed run at 75-80 mph for 25 miles to the Mt. Baldy exit.  Don’t tell anyone, but at one point on the freeway I actually touched an indicated 94 mph.  The bike is fast, folks…way faster than any 250 has a right to be.   I had no problem keeping up with and passing other vehicles.   The Cyclone was running great.

After taking the Mt. Baldy exit, it was a speed run into the San Gabriels, listening to the sweet symphony of a strong single burbling through the pipe.   She sounded great.  Six speeds, a torquey little thumper, and 250-tight handling through the twisties.    Just awesome.   Climbing up into the mountains was great.   This is one hell of a motorcycle!

I stopped for a couple of quick photos…and then it was quick run back home for a 4:00 p.m. class at the University…

I had just enough time to stop for some hotcakes and sausage at my favorite pancake palace.   Folks, meet my new buddy Isis…

That late lunch sure hit the spot, especially after my brisk run down the mountain.   Isis asked about the bike (she knew a good thing when she saw it), and I told her all about the success we’ve been enjoying bringing this great new motorcycle to America.

After wolfing down a short stack, I asked Isis how the hotcake business was going these days.   She smiled.

“It’s good,” Isis said.   “They’re selling like CSC Cyclones…”