Incase you’re too lazy to actually read this article. It talks about what a MORON Romney is to suggest that every kid on the planet has the ability to “borrow money from their parents.” What? Parents just grow on trees? Just like money? He’s a total wack job. I can not stand the site of his face.
It can’t be white. It’s not that I hate white people or anything. Heck. I am a white person. But every accident I’ve ever had, has been in a white car. Every problem car I have ever owned has been a white car. A white Volvo. A white Saturn. Two white Mercurys. And a white Toyota.
How did all these white cars happen into my life? I have no idea. I never chose the cars, they chose me, and then they crashed, and/or broke down and sucked a whole ton of money out of my pockets, but thankfully never took a life.
So I love me some Ninja, but my Ninja can’t be white.
Can I say: woah. Pink sparkles? This is probably a little bit out of my price range at around $6,000. But the Yamaha FZ6R sports a low seat height, grips that reach back to you (so you don’t have to learn to far forward), diamond fairings and an R6-style exhaust. AND a really fun sounding 600 ccs that I will totally never get bored of.
My first concern is I know I’m gonna drop it. And that would be such a shame on such a pretty bike. I’m still leaning toward the Ninja 250, cause I can drop that thing as much a I want, while I’m working out the kinks of switching my riding style from a cruiser to a sport bike, but…this is very tempting. And a couple scratches might give it more character.
And the nice thing about more torque is that I’ll have the ability to pull out of sticky situations, with a higher acceleration rate. That’ll come in handy on the dangerous streets of SF.
This is the most fun thing to think about for sure. I can’t wait until I’m posting pictures of my actual bike.
Asked by Anonymous
How long does it take to do what?
Asked by circularfire
Yes. That’s what I’m thinking. And if I do get bored, I can alway upgrade.
Asked by motocult
I’m a little worried about getting anything bigger than a 250 as the only bike, my last bike was a 1980 Kawasaki 440 LTD Cruiser. I’m worried that may be too much power? I don’t know. I just know there’s a big difference in power from a Toyota to a Mustang, and I really don’t want to die. And my thinking is I’ll get a 250, and then when I get used to it, I”ll move up to a 650. Also I’m hella short. But I’ll take a look at the Yamaha FZ6R…adjustable seat height is a plus.
I’ve been looking at bikes in my price range and it would seem the 2005 Ninja 250 is the make/model/year for me. You can get one in the city for less than $3,000. I’m so close to getting it, I just hope it happens before San Francisco’s Indian Summer.
Isn’t it just the prettiest thing you ever did see? I can already imagine riding to Point Reyes in nothing but a pair of vans and a tank top. Safety isn’t exactly my highest priority.
Awww. I’m just kidding mom!
I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, aka: dreaming, about my next bike. I was on a Harley kick for awhile, until I stopped to ask myself: “what do you really like about motorcycles and what do you really want?” I like sleek, fast, sporty. And a big fat hog was not the answer.
Triumph? Ducati? Honda? Kawasaki?
The Kawasaki Ninja 250. Yes. It has less cc’s than my last bike the Kawasaki LTD 440, but the Ninja I want (anywhere from the year 2000 and up) is a lot newer, faster and lighter than my old 1980 LTD.
I’m not in the mood today, or any day really, to get myself killed. So I gotta start small and see what this sport bike business is all about. I have a feeling it’ll be a little like the first time I drove a mustang. I put my foot on the gas and that thing went from 0-60 in 3 seconds flat. I might be slightly exaggerating, but it was sensitive to the touch and fast as hell.
And while I love “fast as hell” I also love “lived till she was 100.”
And sexy comes in oh so many colors.
A friend of mine said it best yesterday: “you’ve lived in San Francisco for 15 years, it’s about time you got one of the perks.”
And that perk is a gorgeous apartment. Huge ceiling to floor windows, giant eat in kitchen, a ‘dressing room’ (yes, like, old school style with room for a vanity), a huge walk in closet with built in shelves and hanging rods, a storage closet, a brand new, hard wood, murphy bed, a full bathroom with a deep bathtub, and so much space it’s absolutely unbelievable.
The apartment does not face the street and is incredibly quite, accepts my beautiful kitties, has an underground parking spot (what!!??!!), laundry and is across the street from a beautiful park.
The woman I’m subletting from has retired and lives in Danville and can’t afford to keep both her house in Danville and her apartment in San Francisco. She is probably the nicest lady I’ve ever met, and is a close friend-of-the-family of my good friend A. She didn’t ask me for a deposit (!!?!!), handed me the keys on the spot, and told me I could move in whenever I liked.
And….all of this…for $750 a month.
Holy mother of god.
Not only is my heart in San Francisco, so is the biggest smile you’ve ever seen in your life.
*She even has a 1952 MG Sportscar (all black with a silver stripe) for sale. Can you imagine? But she’s not selling it for $750, more like $25,000. But…I can dream.
The new JC Penny’s father’s day advertisement, featuring real life dads, with their two kids. Failing to crumble to the criticism of anti-gay groups, they are my new favorite store. Slowly but surely, this country is starting to come to it’s senses around the whole gay marriage thing. It reminds me of the letter I wrote to the former Governor of California, Arnold Schwarzenegger: If you don’t start supporting gay marriage, 5, 10, 20 years from now, you’re going to look like a moron.