Stereo upgrade on the ‘89 Elite 250

Working on the EliteAfter seeing a few friends of mine rocking out on their scooters with stereos, I finally took the task on of developing a new stereo configuration for the Elite.
The scooter already had a stereo installed from the previous owner but there were a few things about that stereo setup which made me rarely use the system. My main gripes were:

  1. The speakers were installed internally behind the dash vent screens so it was hard to get good sound out of them
  2. There was no easy way to control the volume (I got a little tired of rolling up to stop signs with the music BLASTING from having to turn it up so loud when riding, especially since right at that time some moody sad acoustic song would come on)

So with those things in mind I set out to install a new stereo system. Here’s what I did and how I did it.
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5-0 Pivot to Fakie

Learning 5-0 pivot to fakie is soooo fun! Umm no.

SDSU High Dives

Flying off the high dive

Fireworks at La Jolla Cove

Happy 4th of July!

Waves at Ollie’s Point

Here is some video from the back of the waves at Ollie’s Point. We had just surfed for almost 4 hours and were exhausted. When this video was taken, the waves died down so you can imagine the size earlier in the day!

Costa Rica Surf Trip ‘10

Matt Hough
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     Tamarindo. Costa Rica. My new favorite place in the world. I recently got back from a 12-day surf safari where I stayed at Witch’s Rock Surf Camp. Normally I would write a large entry on all of my adventures and thoughts. But this trip is beyond words. For once, I find it difficult to write about my experience there. In fact I would go so far to say that the experience transcends the written word. Much like seeing the Grand Canyon for the first time or being in love (corny, yes, but to hell with it).

What did I do on the trip? Surf. Surf my guts out. Surf till my arms, back, elbows, and shoulders groaned with pain. Surfed till my armpits were rubbed raw. Surfed till my lips blistered and my skin darkened and my eyes became dazed red pits of dryed-out sun-burned shells. Surfed, gloriously surfed.

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