[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jSBSzCJPLfo[/YOUTUBE]
*thank you whoever shared this. I can assure you that a ZX7RR can use its keys to best effect*
This ain't a girls bike.
This is how I remember sprotsbikes.
Close ratio box, rock hard suspension, racy but not crippling ergonomics, and in the best exhaust note ever.
Flatslide carbs that stumble and stutter, steering that needs muscle and body english to work and a fairing that leaves your arms out in the wind so there's no pressure on your wrists.
It cost Mikkel the better part of nothing.
Mikkel's not getting it back.
Sure a modern 600 is quicker, but what 600 would sidle over in a bike park, and smash the living bejesus out of the panty waisted usurper that went around the outside on a long sweeper and flicked into the next hairpin with barely a push on the inside bar, while the unshaven beer gutted headcase on the green meanie wrestled and scrapped to get every ounce of lean angle possible?
Fatso and panty waist park up for a coffee. Fatso gets on his roaring, belching, farting SUPERBIKE and rides off to shag the next female barista he encounters, while panty waist stares in dismay at the pile of rubble that was once a pristine and be-blinged example of modern industrial art. With green and purple streaks on what ever blue and white panels are still visible.
Adjustable eccentric steering head? No, just mental.
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