I think folks have figured out by now that Sam the Ninja is long gone from my life. Sold to finance a crazy assed bicycle (gasp!) ride. Perhaps you noticed her absence these past couple of years.
Today we found ourselves in a shop. Worse, we sat, we touched, we practically molested not one but many bikes. Perhaps ... maybe ... maybe I want another motorbike. I miss the feel of the ride. The weight of the bike, the lean, the wind. The buzz of the engine, the downshift, the revs. Perhaps ... we shall see.
|Kari, Kawi and Crocs|
|Ready to tour|