Man...

I was just browsing online bike classifieds, and I spotted a few gals that I have the hots for goin' cheap. Sure wish I had the moolah right now. My body needs the therapy. I miss the thrill of the open road. I yearn for the curves. I ache for the ability to smoke anything on 4 wheels. When I ride is when I'm truly at peace.

Hell, I'll even settle for a 2-stroke dirtbike or a rickety old sportbike.

Wishlist: Kawasaki ZZR 1100-D

I dunno, but recently, I've been missing sport-touring. So I decided to look around and google one of my 1st loves...

A Kawasaki ZZR1100D! I've owned a 400cc version, but THIS is one of the bikes I wanted to ride since day 1!

This is(I believe) the 1st Hypersports bike. This bike was the king of the street back in its heyday. Riding it was often described as "Riding the blastwave of an endless explosion". How cool is that?

Thanks to the Suzuki Hayabusa this bike got cheaper, and people who used to salivate over this bike back in the 80's and 90's can now actually afford it!

Another thing that made me fall hard on my knees in love with this thing is that it looks so boss with hard panniers!

*SIGH* Awesome...


When I get the moolah, I'm so gonna get this bike!

Farewell Italian Stallion...

Ran into Jeff, an old college buddy of mine yesterday. I've never had the chance to hang out with him since I've moved here. He was cleaning his Ducati. Dunno what type it was. Sounded Italian. So after exchanging greetings and small talk, we started ogling at each other's bikes. Each of us admiring every detail and commending each other. He looked sad though. Turns out he was selling it that day. I then suggested a quick ride with him around the village. He agreed... And left me in the dirt. It was so funny. It's like I was going backwards. That Duc's as quick as it's noisy. To the uninitiated, the dry clutch gives the impression that it's about to explode, or that there's a foreign object bouncing around in the engine. While we were idling at the stoplight going to Petron, we could barely hear each other. But we were making a pretty catchy beat. His "clickity-clackity", alongside my "bagada-bagada-bag-bag". It was hilarious.


Now THAT'S a racebike.


The paintjob looks costly.

For the life of me, I cannot recall why I loved riding in this position.

Jeff's Duc next to his Swift.

I know the bike's cool, and all, but check out that grass! That looks like golfcourse grass!

Farewell Italian Stallion. You will be missed...