Kevin left the parking lot of the dealership on the edge of the wheels, a bit bewildered by the position of driving flipped on the front. Unaccustomed to the ergonomics of the rev counter, he spent his first few miles to look at the engine speed. For the rest, cars and pedestrians, which he called his radar cons had done the rest.
After a stop at the first station encountered along the way, he headed to his favorite bar, specifically the "Bistroquet" favorite bar in Lynn, hoping to see.
From the station where it was refueled at the terrace of "Bistroquet" he had traveled in the fourth dimension. He remembered only the tachometer and the 4000 rpm not to exceed and not the path he had borrowed. Kevin parked his Kawasaki on the sidewalk and proceeded to the terrace to admire.
Lynn was not there. It was 15 hours, Kevin imagined she was at work. He did not know what it was like Job. He should learn to be able to adopt a route and timetable to bring a chance encounter. Kevin was forced out Lynn's legs, buttocks Lynn's breasts ...
Yes, good! He blotted out, without much success, everything Lynn and scaffolding of his head, looking at his green bomb, what to edit to customize.
No way for him to ride on the bike, "Mr. Everybody." His mount had to be an extension of his body and a representation of his mental winner.
By setting his bike and letting his mind wander, Kevin already saw as a layer superimposed on photoshop. On the bike brand new accessories for the completion of his dream were added to form his creature. Within a very short time it would be dressed in a green bubble, the muffler (although the seller told him it was specified in titanium and very light) far too quiet and that the roundness disproportionately shocked his sense of harmony of volumes per model oval of her favorite brand: Leo Vince.
course, there would be a wheel and tire licks if this green kawa flashy. Tips of green anodized handlebars and he would paint the front rim in green but leave the back in black, it's less messy. Finally, the icing on the cake, he would mount a neon fluorescent green under the ramp to illuminate the engine injectors. Finally he could make his sensational arrival in the life of Lynn. The woman of taste would notice it was for sure.
It was not his day. Lynn did not seem to come and his gang would not join the bar for 20 hours.
Kevin got up from the deck and dropped some coins on the table in settlement of its consumption. Then he went a step tinged with a male to insurance ZX10R stepped over and rammed into traffic.
He did not want to work today. He would be satisfied with a quick stop at the office, give some instructions to vendors and would go for a walk to start running in good conditions and, especially, to pass the time pleasantly until nightfall.
Kevin went to a small winding road he knew well, and, thanks to a red light, turned his gaze and looked at her reflection in a shop window. The picture was flattering. He, Kevin Ouèch-Magueul, sitting on a crazy device for which it had cracked and pulls play and common sense. What was it reasonable for a 180 hp engine and 180 kg? Nothing!
Yesterday he stood before this same window, the flat handlebars of a motorcycle utility 500 cm3 here today, he referred the mirror image of Kevin switched on half handlebars of a rocket cut out for the fight to death on a trail just settled down for the road. One hundred eighty horses that had nothing placid Percheron loans rush of all their strength to the lower right hand rotation. Seated
until the light turns green, Kevin detailing his beautiful. That the effectiveness of the service performance. Cut to the sickle, recessed wherever this does not affect the stiffness, green an'en more power, it seemed already to go fast to stop. The small road
he knows now scrolls under its wheels. The engine temperature rises obediently and smells of plastic and sealing compound that heat for the first time come to his nostrils the smell of new.
The first new motorcycle he offered. Kevin enjoys the smooth control, lack of play in the lever and brake pedal. It is almost as baffled his organization had made to the specifics of his old Honda. They would have to both learn about each other.
The throttle is direct. The engine response surprised him almost. The "10" asks only force the pace when she was only a few miles on the odometer. The needle of the rev counter goes up as if there was no inertia in the movement of engine parts.
Not more than 4000 rpm the first 200 miles and then no more than 6000 for the following two hundred. The wait will be long.
He might say he rode one mile, and one of the most powerful, but he was small, bright, easy. Easier, almost, that the Cb 500. She did almost the same weight, but weight distribution was not the same. Large curves were swallowed without thinking. Just one look at the point rope and, without effort, the machine bowed as if she was gifted with a life of its own. She was not seeking any grip to tilt. Kevin was not fooled and told him something that day he would send the needle on the tachometer collapses faster than the other side of the dial, the song would not be the same. All in all, it was not worse there have a break. It's possible to get acquainted. A sort of salutation between the frame and rider. After all, you do not package a pretty girl without having been presented if it was the slap assured. It was the same with bikes. Him get into it point blank should end with a masterful slap in a ditch or another vehicle.
At 130 km / h, the "10" down the road smoothly, effortlessly, like a runner who has yet to lengthen their stride. Kevin has the spirit was careful that everything should be run. The brakes still accusing some teeth, clutch, tires. The seller had the article of the anti hopping clutch.
You see, impossible to block the rear even downshifting as a marmoset.
the next bend, Kevin went to third and sixth in the clutch abruptly released. The rear wheel hesitated half a second, then the clutch collects the energy and dissipated gradually. The engine caught her breath without the slightest tremor and the bike had no jerkiness.
He was in love, and Kevin felt that the romance would last a while.
Time had passed without noticing. Kevin took the road back towards the city center, delighted by this first trial run.
At first light, he found himself behind a car in which sat a small boy of ten years. It looked like this green monster roaring behind the car of his father. Kevin gave him a little wave of the hand and the child smiled visibly intimidated by osmosis superb rider and his machine and sat down properly on the bench at the behest of his father. Amused
Kevin followed a moment the car and the child often turned to watch the motorcycle from the corner of the eye. The child's father, who brushed the right side of the road for a while to let him pass, lifted his foot, muttering cons "This big cunt biker myself without a meter stick has to decide to double by his snoring engine as a moron, rogntdjuuuu! "Bad
reflex! Kevin who followed the car at least a meter does not strike on the two red lights that lit up the back of the car. In less than a second, the front tire of the motorcycle struck the bumper of the car and Kevin had an excellent excuse to change some parts that would give substance to the customization of his mind he imagined the winner a few moments earlier.
It was the end plugs right that dropped first, followed in the next tenth of a second fairing and exhaust.
In any mechanical solidarity, the two footrests rights retreated more than expected and broke. In a reflex unnecessary at the time of the initial shock, Kevin tightened on the brakes but only succeeded in turning the throttle which made up the switch scheme. Hand stuck under the body and the handful of front brakes, it could not immediately release the pressure. The engine continued his long lament for a good minute while a bystander the charity come unstuck.
The man, who had come out from behind the wheel could think of nothing better than to overwhelm his victim.
- It is 500 meters that I shave the parked cars to let you pass. Do not you have enough of me to put the full green retro? But what I damn such a slouch! And stopping distances? You know? It's well worth it to buy such gear. You're lucky the car did nothing. Here, do not bother to make a statement. Well you're hurt? Kevin
still in shock, said no, everything was fine. The man climbed over without a glance in his car and set in motion the first. Kevin does not know what made him the worst of his wounded pride or noise as the nose of the fairing did when he was snatched by the tow bar of the car restarted.
Alerted by the noise, the driver stopped and, disdainfully, unhooked the foot piece of plastic that clung to inform his car windscreen as a turd on its sole. Kevin blessed the iridium visor. Nobody saw the tears of shame and rage streaming down his face and were sucked by the charitably padding of his helmet. Thanks
bubble iridium, he could see without being seen, that Lynn had witnessed the whole scene has the beauty salon where she worked.
- Directly opposite the site of the crash! It is not my day. He says. Kevin
could say that every silver lining, but the positivity of the thing (knowing where her husband worked) does not appeared to him at first. The second either. Kevin
somehow straightened his bike lying in the middle of a pool of petrol with the help of some charitable souls and leaned against a wall, then he worked on picking up the scattered debris that littered the road.
He looked back to the beauty parlor and saw that she was still looking at him, chewing his gum chewing mouth wide open.
How to call the dealer does without her seeing his face?
Kevin did not run the risk that the subsequent recognition like the moron who was embossed to his job. As input in one does better and more "style" that stupid crash.
providence came to his rescue, however. Lynn was admonished by his boss and returned to file the toenails of some old client cacochyme anonymous and at the bottom of the dispensary.
Kevin withdrew his helmet and dialed the number of dealer with a trembling hand on her laptop. After explaining his troubles and place of loss, he had the unpleasant sensation of hearing a loud laugh a fraction of a second before cutting off communication. Half an hour
later, the bike was strapped to the platform of the truck repair and joined his owner who had returned to the store by bus, his helmet in hand, my cousin!
A quick inspection had helped to quantify the damage. Kevin asked for the changes and replacement of damaged parts with those of his choice. If he had known when he was still on the terrace that he would change his bike an hour later. It would not have believed it. The availability of parts depending on the importer, Kevin was left with the prospect of being on foot for a week.
In the window of opportunity, a Honda CB 500 seemed to look the amused eye of the company violated the honor of attending a sadistic satisfaction tinged with disappointment from her ex and his mistress younger and Gironde.
He would turn and head back the way home when he saw a young woman approaching her old brown Honda and spend an affectionate hand on his tank. He shrugged and turned away more than a glance.
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