Maybe it’s the pain pills…maybe it’s the last post, but I became sentimental over some of the bikes I’ve ridden in my time. Here’s a few:
Here’s a sleeper ZX-9 – Note the blacked out Muzzy pipe – kept the cops off me.
The true monster – The FZR 600 – NOTHING stock.
My old three-wheeler – I loved that thing! I love how the front headlights are held on with duct tape.
The true beast. A YZ-490, bored out to 552 cc’s. A crazy machine.
Of course, my first love, tomatoes.