Always had a bit of a thing for Kawasaki, though never owned, but that's a bit of a Sally Gunnell bike The front kinda reminds me of this.
I'm going to go against the crowd and say that if you get rid of that god awful exhaust i quite like it.
Remind me to tell you my theory regarding unattractive people sometime. As for the new Ninja, I don't like how the front falls away. It reminds me of an old man's slipper. And Icarus is right, the can is hideous.
Since my old zx9r-c1 loved the kwaks! Saying that the 1 in the pic is not my favourite got to be green (or blue like mine)
I have a similar theory. I presume it's the same as mine. I've found that (as a general rule) the better-looking a woman is, the more rubbish she is in bed and vice versa
Not being one to hijack a thread, he he, I will quickly share my theory with you, my pals. It goes something like this. Around every town centre, usually at the seedy bit that used to be fashionable but has since been left behind and has turned into an 'around the world with 50 ethnic takeaways' and short lease 99p shops and charity outlets, you will see a particular group of people. They will be men and women of between 55 and 60, usually, with the kind of features that a more benevolent mind might call careworn, but I will say looks like a prune....made out of leather. They will, uncannily, all dress in stone wash denim and white trainers, display an alarming mix of Ricket like, sailor's waddles, the 'one leg shorter than the other' lurch, a veritable graphic novel of home done tatoo's and will all speak loudly to one another in that all carrying, '60 Capstan Full Strength a day' voice that can't be imitated without years of oropharyngeal abuse. They will be seen in groups of five or six or will only come to your attention when one or more of them call loudly, and gravelly to others of their group across the road or thoroughfare and then proceed to converse with each other at length without diminishing in any way the intervening distance between. Lower to middle hierarchy supermarket carrier bags will normally be carried. Often clinking with the unmistakeable sound of closely packed Thunderbird, or, if north of the border, Buckfast, bottles. Together they will roam the streets, shouting and waving to undisclosed members of the public and wishing them 'take care my lover' numerous times as they pass. Well my theory is this. In the wider world they are acutely aware that they could not get a poke in a fire and so have resigned themselves to never bettering the company they keep, day in, day out on their journey between their bedsit and the bookies, and, with this in mind are at it like knives with each other as often and as frequently as they could ever desire. Think about it next time you see a herd of them. Bastards.
I have to wonder sometimes Rich, The rolls of paper for out minilab come in ultra heavy duty, light proof, plastic lined brown paper bags, they'd never split and I've got access to loads of them. Anyway. Even one of those bags over it would still not make the new Ninja pretty enough. See what I did there.
