Beautiful evening down here last night, so the wife and I jumped onto the bike and went out to Sumner Beach for a pizza. After dinner, we rode down to the beach front, parked the bike up and went for a walk. After a nice 'romantic' stroll down the beach came back to see a group of drunk yoofs not far from my bike. Nothing wrong though, they were keeping their distance. Until that is I chirpped the alarm, cue one drunk yoof swaggering over with a wine cask bladder in his hand.
"Wooow, that bikesh got an alarm, wow, nice bike mate. My fathers got a Ninja, fastest bike in the world"
"Really, is that right?" I answer.
"Yeah, fastest bike in the whole world"
"Everyone's got a Ninja mate." I said, "what is it, ZX10R or 12R?"
"Ooohh, I don't know, but it's the fastest bike in the whole world"
"Yeah, sounds like it is. Have a good night guys.", hoping this would be the end of our conversation.
No it wasn't, he starts making a loud 'two-stroke' noise and tells me to 'rip it up, thrash it up." I politely declined, and rode off.
So I'll add him to my list of people who owns or knows someone who owns a Ninja. They say everyone in NZ knows someone with cancer, shit from my experience you could say this about Ninja's as well.
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