Last day on Kawasaki

Lascio hundred of Kawasaki ZRX: only iron, I know, but sometimes they are a sentimental.

Today I say goodbye to my companion of adventures: sometimes love affairs end even if love ends. The hour of separation has come, I do not want to be sentimental, but we have been through a lot together, and I remember it well. We passed through Italy in the length and breadth (especially wide), we pulled on the highway at night time to recover, we took the palpitations come on winding mountain thanks to those so inadequate brakes on your size and we did sit on the seat intrepid zavorrine thanks to your living space by wagon. We traveled in company and alone, we have been friends since, we have known for many other road and we greeted them and never seen again. To everyone was pleasant and a little’ curious incontrarla, but nothing compared to the amazement when they saw dance between the curves despite its size and the years on the rump. Business in my life I've made a few and I have to say that the Kawasaki ZRX 1100 was a good deal: I brought it home at the price of a scooter and she, home, always brought me back.

If I could, I would have kept with me. In bocca al lupo amica verde.