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This bike is sinking it's hooks into me. It is perfect ! Who would like to see it in a different color? Maybe I'll check out other countries Kawasaki sites. Till then, I'll have to save up my 10 grand.
Tony.
Tony.
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Hey Andy, Please tell me you're not comparing Boss Hog to a Kawasaki.....No, good. Now, do you think it would be better for the 1200 to get away from the Ninja name. It's so old now. Has anyone ridden one yet, I'd love to raed a review.
Tony.
P.S., I've a buddy who's ridden a Boss at Sturgis, 2 gears this thing has. Rear tire just spins and smokes. He said it would make a nice toy if you had money to burn.
Tony.
P.S., I've a buddy who's ridden a Boss at Sturgis, 2 gears this thing has. Rear tire just spins and smokes. He said it would make a nice toy if you had money to burn.
Tony, I couldn't agree more. I would love to see some pix with the matching hard bags.MedZR7Treker said:
But, seeing as I haven't even made my first payment on the ZR-7S yet, and my license plate only arrived yesterday, I don't see me saving up for a ZZR1200 any time soon.
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your signature...
Hey Tom, what about some insight on your signature? It is intriguing to say the least. My 23 year old son is a poet and a fan of Kerouak (sp?), Jim Morrisson, etc., etc., etc. He always answers my real world questions with some philosophical, well you know, something I don't understand. tom B.
Hey Tom, what about some insight on your signature? It is intriguing to say the least. My 23 year old son is a poet and a fan of Kerouak (sp?), Jim Morrisson, etc., etc., etc. He always answers my real world questions with some philosophical, well you know, something I don't understand. tom B.
Re: your signature...
Being brand new to motorcycles, I thought I'd look for something to read beside another sportbike rag or a book of custom Harleys. This one had some nice reviews on the jacket and, written by a woman, I felt was probably less likely to contain technical references, and more likely to contain sensory ones, which is what I wanted.
Anyway, it is a very enjoyable read, and I like her way with words quite a bit.
For example: She explains that there is something about her that just keeps her riding, even past really nice motels with views of a lake, in the interest of going further and making better time. She waves off the nicer motels because there may be ones just as good later anyway. Of course, you know how that goes. 100 miles later and there isn't anyplace to stay. In her own words:
"I now hoped I would see another motel, period, much less one with a lake view. Besides, it was starting to rain.
"At last. I didn't dare hope it would be the more favorable of the two types of motel: the one whose rooms are pure haven, a warm, gently glowing nest, a home away from home that is far better than home because it is a fantasy home offering only comfort. Opening the door onto the other kind, however, you can hear a dim splash echo, the sound of something landing deep in the abandoned well of the soul. These rooms have a hollow, disused-rec-room air about them, and as soon as you enter your skin feels coated with despair.
"That was what it was like at the Bartlett Pair Motel, and I noticed there was nary another guest partaking of its charms. No one but me to enjoy its mildewed bedcovers, the room's one cardboard "painting" nailed up on its Masonite walls. This was the No Exit of overnight accomodations."
No great insight. It's from the closing paragraph of "The Perfect Vehicle (What it is about Motorcycles)" by Melissa Holbrook Pierson.Tom Bozeman said:
Being brand new to motorcycles, I thought I'd look for something to read beside another sportbike rag or a book of custom Harleys. This one had some nice reviews on the jacket and, written by a woman, I felt was probably less likely to contain technical references, and more likely to contain sensory ones, which is what I wanted.
Anyway, it is a very enjoyable read, and I like her way with words quite a bit.
For example: She explains that there is something about her that just keeps her riding, even past really nice motels with views of a lake, in the interest of going further and making better time. She waves off the nicer motels because there may be ones just as good later anyway. Of course, you know how that goes. 100 miles later and there isn't anyplace to stay. In her own words:
"I now hoped I would see another motel, period, much less one with a lake view. Besides, it was starting to rain.
"At last. I didn't dare hope it would be the more favorable of the two types of motel: the one whose rooms are pure haven, a warm, gently glowing nest, a home away from home that is far better than home because it is a fantasy home offering only comfort. Opening the door onto the other kind, however, you can hear a dim splash echo, the sound of something landing deep in the abandoned well of the soul. These rooms have a hollow, disused-rec-room air about them, and as soon as you enter your skin feels coated with despair.
"That was what it was like at the Bartlett Pair Motel, and I noticed there was nary another guest partaking of its charms. No one but me to enjoy its mildewed bedcovers, the room's one cardboard "painting" nailed up on its Masonite walls. This was the No Exit of overnight accomodations."
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Thanks, Tom. I'm going to get that one. tom
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Hey Andy, is that you streaking by on your brand new silver Z ?:laugh: Sahaa-wheat.
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