It's not tough to sell me a bike.
Sure I'm discriminating about styles but when a manufacturer builds a bike that makes sense in my pea sized brain I'm easily intrigued.
My wife, on the other hand, sees my garage as a revolving door for one bike after the next. Each a flight of fancy without commitment, not unlike a manwhore hitting the bars for a night of scoring and boring horizontally.
So when the topic of the next score comes up it's met with rolling eyes, huffing sighs, tight clenched thighs and a "when will you be satisfied?"
"Never baby. I settled down with one woman but just can't settle down with one bike. See, you won."
*glare* yeah, I won alright...
A few months ago when we were car shopping she fell in love with the Element, but the deal was clenched when she saw this...
Honda calls it Kiwi. I call it green, she calls it euphoria.
Now Kawasaki has to go and do this. I bet they already emailed her this picture.
It's prettymuch only a question of time now.
After the track season is over odds are she'll be dragging my butt to the dealership cheering and doe-eyed, she'll want a green helmet too.
excuse me, a Kiwi helmet.